Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
- Mary Frye (1932)
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
- Mary Frye (1932)
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 ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush; I am in the graceful rush.
Of beautiful birds 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 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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