Clifford D. SimakHere lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.
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Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe. This is a beautiful poem about how people are never truly dead. Whether they are alive or not, we all belong to the universe and we will be remembered. This is an excellent reminder for those who live only in the moment and don’t think about what happens after they die.
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