Member Since: 8/18/2010
Posts: 7,401
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Originally posted by Pop
It's true, the song could be very deep.
Don't stand beside my grave and weep,
For I'm not there; I do not sleep.
WERK BITCH, I am a thousand winds that blow,
WERK BITCH, I am the diamond glints on snow,
WERK BITCH, I am the sun on ripened grain,
WERK BITCH, I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
WERK BITCH, I am a thousand winds that blow,
WERK BITCH, I am the diamond glints on snow,
WERK BITCH, I am the sun on ripened grain,
WERK BITCH, I am the gentle autumn rain.
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Re werk that 1932 poem, bitch!
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