not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
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.
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
I am not there, I did not die.
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