"Do not stand at my grave and weep possibly by Mary Elizabeth fry do not stand at My grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I'm the diamond glimpse on snow I am the sunlight on ripe grain I am the gentle Autumn rain when you are waking in the mornings hush I am the Swift uplifting Rush of quiet birds in circle flight I am the soft Stars that shine at night do not stand at My grave and cry I'm not there I did not die"
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12/11/2024