JohnDEANEDEANE - JOHN JOSEPH, September 19. (Do not stand on my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints in the snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am a gentle Autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, I am the birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. So do not stand on my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die. Miss you every moment of every day.) - Marie and Hijiri.
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