Prispevek #4673

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 on circled 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.
You are with us all the time, I know...
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