DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Do not stand by my grave and weep

by Mary Frye

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Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

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I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

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When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

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Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

(Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die!)

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In love memory of Rossana Barros Pinheiro