Do not stand at my grave and weep. |
I am not there. I do not sleep. |
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I am a thousand winds that blow. |
I am the diamond glint on snow. |
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I am the sunlight on ripened grain. |
I am the gentle autumn rain. |
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When you wake in the morning hush |
I am the swift, uplifting rush |
Of quiet birds in circling flight. |
I am the soft starlight at night. |
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Do not stand at my grave and weep. |
I am not there. I do not sleep. |