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 the snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awake in the morning’s hush,

I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there

For I am in a better place.

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