"Do not stay at my grave and wee

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there.I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand  winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of repening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush of beautiful girls in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

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"Do not stay at my grave and weep"-Mary Elizabeth Frye