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19.01.2008 02:21 -
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
I am the gentle breeze
whispering through your hair.
I am the butterfly that fans your cheek,
gently reminding you I am near.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye
If you are the wind
come and blow my hair
If you are the diamond
come and be my treasure
I dont want to know
just come with me
otherwise I die with you
I'm dyiing! I'm dyiing!
цитирайcome and blow my hair
If you are the diamond
come and be my treasure
I dont want to know
just come with me
otherwise I die with you
I'm dyiing! I'm dyiing!