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 gilt on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning`s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry…
I am not there
I did not die…
(Robert Hepburn)
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