"Do not stand at my grave and weep.. I am not there, I do not sleep.... I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain... When you awaken in the morning's hush.... I am the swift uplifting rush of quite birds in circled flight... I am the soft stars that shine at night... Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not die"
"Do not stand at my grave and weep.. I am not there, I do not sleep.... I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain... When you awaken in the morning's hush.... I am the swift uplifting rush of quite birds in circled flight... I am the soft stars that shine at night... Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not die"