DBS Classy 83

Gary

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 in ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds circled in 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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