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Do not stand at my grave and weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
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 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 cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
De ce au englezii mania de a citi poemul asta la inmormantari?
Pentru ca e mai buna decat predicile lor stupide cu valea mortii and sh*t! =))
not really vampiric, but it will do
Poezie de inmormantare
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Da, n`are leg cu vamps, but it`s all about eternity