Don't stand at my grave and weep
I am not there i do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am dimond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you wake in the moring hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Don't stand at my grave and cry
I am not there i did not die.
NOTE: i did not make this up, got it off the internet.
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