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death is just the beginning

Posted October 17, 2007

do not stand on 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 snow
i am the sunlight on ripened grain
i am the gentle autumn rain
when you awake in the mornings,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 there.i did not die....