THIS IS TO BE READ AT MY FUNERAL:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousnd wings that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight or ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
and quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there ,,,I did not die..
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