Immortality

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 the snow;

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When you awaken in the morning's hush,  I am the swift uprising rush;

 

Of quiet birds in circle flight, I am the soft star that shines at night;
 

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there - I did not die.