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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
Black Bird
I wait until the birds crow
Watching me as I grow
Insisting me of what I do
Aspects of life that is true
Dead Or Alive
Tormented Spirits
Walk throught twilight
Then fades,
darkens through haunted movements
I hear your voice screaching in the night
In the day you tone is not so bright
You call at me and I hear it echo
Echoing in the darkness that haunts your very words

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