Vila i frid
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 sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in 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.
Jag saknar Dig.
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