Do not search for him in fields the clay
His spirit hasn't changed -
now that it's free of mortal coil and temporal earthly bonds
Look up and see his light among the stars
When you don't hear his voice upon the breeze
Nor taste his tears in gently falling rain
That's when he rests above the universe
Celestial - sleeping with the Gods of Love
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