Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there I do not sleep... I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow... I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain... I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush... Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night... I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room... I am the birds that sing, I am in each gentle thing... Do not stand at my grave and cry... I am not there... I did not die!!!!!!
I woke up this morning, looked out side my window, I saw my neighbour鈥檚 green garden with all those colourful flowers, the shinny green leaves of the tree and the cool mist breeze
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