i am not there, i do not sleep,
i am a thousand winds that blow,
i am the diamond glint on snow,
i am the sun on ripened grain,
i am the gentle autumn rain,
when you awaken in the mornings hush,
i am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circling flight,
i am the soft star shine at night,
do not stand at my grave and cry,
i am not there, i did not die
This is Buitiful Miss her
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