"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 glints on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds incircled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. " |
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
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