Dedicated to Krys, Glennie and Katrina; all whom were close and have passed on.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glimpse of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumns rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die
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