Do Not stand by my Grave and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Do Not stand by my Grave and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
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