In memoriam of the Columbia crew

Monday, February 3, 2003 at 1:00am

In memoriam

Do not stand there at my grave and weep;

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning

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