Don't Weep Over
Me
Do not stand at
my grave and weep
I am not here, I
do not sleep
I am a thousand
winds that blow,
I am the diamond
glints on the snow,
I am the sun on
ripened grain,
I am the gentle
autumn rain.
When you
awaken,
in the morning's
hush,
I am the soft
uplifting rush of
quiet birds in
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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