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Rest on peace

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Iam not there.i do not sleep

Iam a thousand winds that blow.

Iam the diamond glints on snow.

Iam the sunlight on ripened grain.

Iam the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush.

Iam the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled light.

Iam the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

Iam not there i did not die.

Arshad Munawar