Don't stand at my grave & mourn...
I am not there, I have not gone;
I am a thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glint on snow
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Do not stand at my grave & weep...
I am not there, I did not sleep;
I am the surf, gently lapping on the shore...
I am the rustling sounds of leaves, blowing across the moor
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Do not stand at my grave & cry...
I am not there, I did not die;
I am the smile on your face...
I am happiness you must embrace
