Gravestone

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Do not look for me at my gravestone
I am not there
I am the gentle breeze that caresses your cheek on a summer day
I am the feeling of hot chocolate on a winter's night
I am the feeling you get when you look in your lovers eyes
I am the sun racing through the clear blue sky
Do not look for me at my gravestone
I am not there

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