When I'M Gone - Poem by Bob Densmore
The sun will rise the earth will heat.
And every heart will keep its beat.
Flowers will open in their colors of bloom.
And flying things will suckle their sweet perfume.
Look up and see the dance of the trees.
As the music of wind plays the melody.
Rejoice in your life as the world moves on.
And think of me kindly when I am gone.
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