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So pass me on
To fields with wild flowers
Flowing freely as I did.

 

And pass me on
To giant forests
Grown tall like towers.

 

But pass me on
To the dust at my feet
I could lay low and look up.

 

Please pass this on
To the loved ones left behind
That they should know where I've gone.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

June 13, 2012.

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