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An Old Indian Prayer


rkdoescher

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An Old Indian Prayer:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am there, I do not sleep.

I am 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's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there: I did not Die

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