The Cercease of Sorrow
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the sparkle in the snow.
I am the shredded leaves that blow.
I am the gentle summer rain.
I am the quiet bird at night.
Circling about; taking flight.
So do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, i do not sleep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the sparkle in the snow.
I am the shredded leaves that blow.
I am the gentle summer rain.
I am the quiet bird at night.
Circling about; taking flight.
So do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, i do not sleep.
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