Do not stand at my grave and weep;
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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. |
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Anon. |
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