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 diamond glints of snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain;
I am gentle autumn鈥檚 rain.
When you awaken in the morning鈥檚 hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my gave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
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