Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the 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 circled in flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
2006-06-26
20:15:32
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