Don't stand by my grave and weep,

 I am not there.
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint in the snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

In the soft blush of the morning light
I am the swift bird in flight.

Don't stand by my grave and cry,

I am not there,
I did not die.

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