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 a the diamond glints on snow.
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I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight ripened grain........ohhhhh what a wonderful imagination.......... yes i am not there..........
yes knowing that they are not there, we still think of them and remember them........ thank you my dear poet for this memorable poem. tony
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I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight ripened grain........ohhhhh what a wonderful imagination.......... yes i am not there.......... yes knowing that they are not there, we still think of them and remember them........ thank you my dear poet for this memorable poem. tony