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 the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
***
When you awake in the morning
bush
I am the swift upflinging rush
Of quiet birds encircling flight
I am the osft starshine at night
***
Do not stand at my grave and
cry
I am not there, I did not die
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