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 gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there,- I did not die.
Forfatter: Mary Elisabeth Frye
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Annette Hørning
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