Michael Patrick Sullivan

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Do not stand by my grave and weep,

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am a diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplight rush,

Of quiet birds encircling flight,

I am the soft starshine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there... I did not die.