♥ Don't stand by my grave and weep,
for I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on the snow,
I am sunlight on
ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
Don't stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die ♥
♥ Unknown Native American ♥
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