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 ripening grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s
hush I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft 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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