Do not stand by 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 soft refreshing rain.
When you awake in the mornings blush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in 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.
From a tombstone in Ireland.
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