Dikt från mammas bästa vän

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm not there! I do not sleep!
I am a thousand wind's that blow
I am the diamond glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripend 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
So do not stand at my grave and cry
As I am not there!
I didn't die.

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