Do not stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there,i do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that below,
I am a diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
when you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quite birds in circled flights.
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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