R.I.P
Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripend grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft starshine 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 ripend grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft starshine at night,
Do not stand by my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
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Postat av: Liza
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