Do Not Stand - Libera

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 glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle, gentle autumn rain.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there

I do not sleep.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft, soft starlight,

starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there,

I do not sleep.

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