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Don't Cry For Me


Don't cry for me when I'm dead and gone just wipe away your tears and since I've now turned into ashes there is nothing left to fear. I sing to myself softly as they bury me in the deep then I sing to myself a little louder so I can not hear you weep Your weeping makes me happy It lets me know that you cared about me so Into my mind I wonder how could I ever let myself go My wrists will never heal my heart will never break, now in my mind I wonder how could I have given myself this fate Thanks to my world of anger and to my world of hate that there was nothing left to do then just sit back and suffocate Even though I'm gone please remember this please don't cry for me when I'm dead and gone just blow me a little kiss. Heather M. Perry
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