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Do not stand at my grave and weep |
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I am not there, I do not sleep |
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I am a thousand winds that blow |
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I am the diamond glints on snow |
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I am the sunlight an ripened grain |
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I am the gentle autumn rain |
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I am the soft stars that shine at night |
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Do not stand at my grave and cry |
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I am not there |
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I did not die |
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When I the song of life have sung |
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My soul's relesaed, its flight begun |
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Do not stand with grief-bowed head |
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My soul's just free, I am not dead! |
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I'll wait beyond the silent wall |
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With the hordes who've gone before |
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I cannot heed your pleading call |
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My soul's been freed forever more |
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I've found a place of peace and quiet |
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And boundless beauty rare |
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The day's not broken by the night |
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There's naught of trouble anywhere |
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Rejoice, ye earth-bound one, with gathering |
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My soul is free inside my dreams |
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I will come down at night |
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To these resounding beaches |
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And the long gentle wind of the sea |
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Here for a single hour in the wide starlight |
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I shall be happy for the dead are free |
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And after many a summer dies the swan |