DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die.
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