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 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 at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
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