Do not stand at mt grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of 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 birdsI circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I did not die.
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