Do Not Weep |
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Do not stand by my grave and weep; |
| I am not there; I do not sleep. |
| I am a thousand winds that blow |
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| I am a diamond glint upon the snow | |
| I am the sunlight on ripened grain. | |
| I am the gentle autumn rain. |
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When you wake in the morning hush |
| I am the swift uplifting rush | |
| of quiet birds in circling flight, | |
| I am the soft starlight at night. |
| Do not stand by my grave and weep. |  |
| I am not there; I do not sleep. |
Mary E Frye
