Layout by CoolChaserDo not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Slow Motion Water Droplet
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This is crazy stuff.