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Give Me To The Bees
when I die
give me to the bees
so you can taste me in the mornings honey
give me to the lake
so you can watch my eyes shine in sun kissed blue
give me to the woods
so we can weave like scents through cedar and pine
give me to the wind
so I can sing my songs to the moon
give me to the earth
so you know
with each stride and stillness
each sound and silence
I am with you
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