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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
...

My sweethearts take this gentle rose
Press it to your heart and always remember
This meeting will be our last.
...

I look at the smooth and slow flowing water. I wonder what it would be like to move forward and never look back. Or never stay or be in the same place twice.

I can stand there for hours just to watch the water and to hear the water.
I see my reflection.
...

What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When your tired of living and playing this game?
When you know you life is meaningless and your the only one to blame?
...

It's a winter wonderland, for you.
All I see is a blanket of pain.
It is not you but I who had lost thy soul
With no regard for what for what has been done, only hopeless regret.
...

step by step
I will push threw this
threw all of the obstacles
obstacles of life
...

With a heart of gold, and a look so nice,
I met a girl who had angel eyes.
Her smile so precious like a jewel on a crown,
And her eyes so deep, in which many have drowned.
...

My sweethearts take this gentle rose
Press it to your heart and always remember
This meeting will be our last.

Tomorrow, I go away across endless skies
...

Today is the day,
I'm going to die,
Today is the day,
You made me cry,
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My time is over, I can't do this alone.
I'm infected with you, pull the plug already.
Tell me before I go, that your infected with me.
I can't remember if I ever took a minute to say.
...

A Black rose
glistening in the rain
a sigh a symbol
an insignia of loss
...

In a world of cruelty
I fell down into depress
I tried t submerge from the surface
Only to sink lower into it's depths
...

14.

You sit there watching me as I burn,
Why don't you help me?
You just sit there watching me burn,
But these aren't flames of fire,
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I Am Not There, I Do Not Sleep

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint,
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight,
on ripened grain,
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain.

When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circling rush.
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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Dori Miller 25 May 2017

I Am Not There, I Do Not Sleep is a blatant plagiarism. The original sonnet was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932.

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