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Do not stand 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 snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
In Memory of Dak Krause who showed the courage where would not
Caylee，美服Boulderfist 服務器聯盟暗夜精靈獵人，真名Dak。在8月22日因長年的慢性白血病去世。這位長年被病魔困擾的年輕玩家在遊戲中古道熱腸，樂觀友善，與工會乃至全服務器中的眾多玩家有著深厚的友誼。得到噩耗後，Boulderfist的玩家們自發的於9月5日在暴風城為Caylee舉行了盛大的葬禮和告別儀式。人群在英雄谷集合遊行至暴風城公園區，最終有數十近百名玩家參與並按照美式習俗鳴放了21響禮炮。
現在看來，這一事件引起了暴雪的注意。於是在最新的2.3版本裡，這個按照Dak 生前角色暗夜精靈獵人Caylee 設計的NPC出現在了沙塔斯城。而暴風城的小女孩Alicia給她寫的詩，則應該是來自暴雪的小小致意。
虛幻的世界，真實的感情，願他的靈魂安息。
Wrote by Dak
The stars they seem,
have broken their gleam.
They no longer sparkle
and shine for me
They seem cold and bland;
hold no purpose and
Are a poor substitute
for the warmth of your hand
But I hold back my tears
As days turn to years
Whilst I cling desperately to my memories
of when you were here
But the loneliness seeps in
And the agony begins
As your laugh fades gently from my mind
into the wind
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
In Memory of Dak Krause who showed the courage where would not
Caylee，美服Boulderfist 服務器聯盟暗夜精靈獵人，真名Dak。在8月22日因長年的慢性白血病去世。這位長年被病魔困擾的年輕玩家在遊戲中古道熱腸，樂觀友善，與工會乃至全服務器中的眾多玩家有著深厚的友誼。得到噩耗後，Boulderfist的玩家們自發的於9月5日在暴風城為Caylee舉行了盛大的葬禮和告別儀式。人群在英雄谷集合遊行至暴風城公園區，最終有數十近百名玩家參與並按照美式習俗鳴放了21響禮炮。
現在看來，這一事件引起了暴雪的注意。於是在最新的2.3版本裡，這個按照Dak 生前角色暗夜精靈獵人Caylee 設計的NPC出現在了沙塔斯城。而暴風城的小女孩Alicia給她寫的詩，則應該是來自暴雪的小小致意。
虛幻的世界，真實的感情，願他的靈魂安息。
Wrote by Dak
The stars they seem,
have broken their gleam.
They no longer sparkle
and shine for me
They seem cold and bland;
hold no purpose and
Are a poor substitute
for the warmth of your hand
But I hold back my tears
As days turn to years
Whilst I cling desperately to my memories
of when you were here
But the loneliness seeps in
And the agony begins
As your laugh fades gently from my mind
into the wind
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