Wish you were here
"Autumn Rain"
"Do not stand at my grave and
weep:
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousands winds that
blow,
I am the diamond gilt on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened
grain.
I am the autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's
hush,
I am the wift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds circle 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."
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