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[Gjest King James II]

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 diamonds glints on snow.

I am the sunligth on ripened grain.

I am the gentel autumn rain.

When you aweken in the morning`s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled fligth

I am the soft stars that shine all nigth

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die