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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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Le poème de M.-E. Fry ici interprété
par A. Bakker, soliste de la célèbre chorale irlandaise Libera
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