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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 sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
juli100 added this comment 2009-05-10 13:54:28-05:00
OMG. . . perfect music NOT!!!
juli100 added this comment 2009-05-10 13:54:28-05:00
OMG. . . perfect music NOT!!!