Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamonds Glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings 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.

possum possum man

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