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05-01
Do not stand at my grave and cry
—Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I’m not here.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 autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’S hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of 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 here.I do not die.
So heed,hear,when you awaken,what I say.
I live with you and guard your way.