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 of snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circles flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circles flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
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 of snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circles flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circles flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
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