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Do not stand at my grave and weep
Robert prizeman
Mary elizabeth frye
Libera
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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 sunlight
on ripened grain
I am the gentle
gentle autumn rain
Do not stand at
my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep
When you awaken in
the morning's hush
I am the swift
uplifting rush
Of quiet birds
in circled flight
I am the soft
soft stars that
shine at night
Do not stand at
my grave and we-ep
I am not there
I do not sleep