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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 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. ~~~Author Unknown ~~~ Back to Main Menu |
