do not stand at my greave and weep words by mary frye
do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there, i do not sleep
i am in a thousand winds that blow
i am the softly falling snow
i am the gentle showers of rain
i am the fields of ripening grain
i am in the morning hush
i am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
i am the starshine of the night
i am in the flowers that bloom
i am in a quiet room
i am in the birds that sing
i am in the each lovely thing
do not stand at my grave and cry
i am not there i do not die
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