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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.
ladylia added this comment 2008-02-21 23:30:53-06:00
GREAT
nightmare13 added this comment 2008-11-26 11:11:04-06:00
i love it
ladylia added this comment 2008-02-21 23:30:53-06:00
GREAT
nightmare13 added this comment 2008-11-26 11:11:04-06:00
i love it