Don't Stand at My Grave and Weep
I'm not there. I'm not sleep
I'm a thousand wind that blow
I'm the diamond glints on snow
I'm the sunlight on ripened grain
I'm the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in morning's hush
I'm the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I'm the soft star that shine at night
Don't stand at my grave and cry
I'm not there. I did not die
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