Lay me, in a solitary grave yard. Where no one has been laid there before. I wan't a tall square grave stone laid on top of me. Lay me under a sicamore. Lay a purple flower on top of my grave stone, because purple is my least favorite color of them all. Buy a blue jay, and stand over my grave and let fly away. And may that sicamore grow high and tall. I want it to grow high, to touch the sky, for all to see. Because this is the remembrance of me.
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