Empire Samoyeds The Dear Departed

Do Not Weep
Mary E.Frye 1932

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 wake in the morning 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.

THE DEAR DEPARTED

Ch. White Magic's Piece of my Heart
"Adiana"

Leo S. Cooper
" Leo"

"Precious"

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