Tuesday, February 12, 2008

In Memory

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

 I'm not there I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints of snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.

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