Please, don’t cry for me,
My existence is one you will always know.
Don’t show me any sympathy.
I lived a wonderful life and it was time to go.
Don’t come to my grave.
For my soul is no longer there.
Don’t be eager to come and visit.
Each day you feel alone, I am standing right there.
The light making it through the clouds when the sun doesn’t shine.
That wasn’t God’s doing, that was mine.
The bird that sings, even in the rain.
Listen well; for that’s my melody he’s playing.
The flower you see; the first one in bloom.
If you take the time to smell it; you’ll recognize my perfume.
See, even though it seems I’m far.
I’m really with you no matter where you are.
So, please don’t cry or show regret.
Just look in your heart and never forget.
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