“DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP”
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 the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s 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 star
That shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
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