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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I'm a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled 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. ~Mary Frye 1932 May your sorrow be as brief as the life of a delicate butterfly and your memories as lasting as it's beauty.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Psalm 103:17 But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting.. |
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