WIND
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If I should die, I would be buried air-tight beneath the ground. While you— Your gold hair blowing in the breeze— Would still feel the caress of the wind, And on your face would steal A smile. If I should die, My body would be buried air-tight beneath the ground, But my spirit will wander in the wind That touches and circles about your face. Perhaps you will know this— And recognizing my touch For this reason, you will smile.... The smile I know and love.