Do Not
Do not stand at her ashes and weep
Shes not there she dosen't sleep
She is a thousand winds that blow
She's that dimonds that glints on snow
She's the sunlight on ripend grain
She's the gentle autum rain
When you awaken in theh mornings hush
She's the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
She's the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at her ashes and cry
She's not there she did'nt die
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