Unforgotten
Unforgotten
trouser_mouse
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1y ago
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``` 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's rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight I am the stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die. ```