Memorial Day
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 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.
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