Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
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 glint on snow.
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain, when you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uprising rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
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