I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,I am not there...I did not die.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,I am not there...I did not die.
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