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’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

 I am the swift uplifting rush of soaring birds in circled flight.

I am the star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.

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