INDIAN PRAYER 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 autumn rain.
When you wake, in morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet Birds in circling flying I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep.
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