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so one of my co-workers husband just had knee surgery.
and he died. the funeral is next week. i never met either of them, but i can't get this song out of my head that we are singing in choir for all saint's day.
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sunmother's generation seems to know, but i'd never heard before.
in rememberance - anonymous
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 morning rain.
and when you wake in the morning's hush
i am the sweet uplifting rush
of 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.
and he died. the funeral is next week. i never met either of them, but i can't get this song out of my head that we are singing in choir for all saint's day.
it's words are a poem everyone in
sunmother's generation seems to know, but i'd never heard before.in rememberance - anonymous
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 morning rain.
and when you wake in the morning's hush
i am the sweet uplifting rush
of 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.