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Recent Quotes by Joan L Dawson Evans

Do not stand at

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 glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripen grain I am the gentle autumns rain When you awaken in the morning 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.