Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm not there, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I'm not there, I did not die


kärlek åt denhära dikten !

                     

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