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In
Memory of January
9th, 1968
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When
I die Give
what's left of me away To
children And
old men that wait to die. And
if you need to cry, Cry
for your brother Walking
the street beside you. And
when you need me, Put
your arms Around
anyone And
give them What
you need to give to me. I
want to leave you something, Something
better Than
words Or
sounds. Look
for me In
the people I've known Or
loved, And
if you cannot give me away, At
least let me live on your eyes And
not on your mind. You
can love me most By
letting Hands
touch hands, By
letting Bodies
touch bodies, And
by letting go Of
children That
need to be free. Love
doesn't die, People
do. So,
when all that's left of me Is
love, Give me away.
EPITAPH
by
Merrit Malloy |