Guest guest Posted June 19, 2001 Report Share Posted June 19, 2001 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 diamonds glint on snow I am the sunlight on ripening grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quite 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 Auther unknown us and Gamma Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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