Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there, I do not sleep 
I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow 
I am the diamond glints on newly fallen snow 
I am the sun on ripened grain 
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain 
When you awaken in the early morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in their circled light 
I am the soft star that shines in the night 
Do not stand at my grave and cry 
I am not there; I did not die. 
Anonymous 

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Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 snow 
I am the sun on ripened grain 
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain 
When you awaken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in their circled light 
I am the star that shines in the night 
Do not stand at my grave and cry 
I am not there; I did not die. 
Anonymous