Dedicated.

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 diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle springtime rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifing 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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