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 diamond glints on the snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain Iam the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled 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 God Bless you Grace you are one I'm a million To John and all the family for your great loss
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