Do Not Stand

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’s glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft star that shines 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 cry,
I am not there; I did not die

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