Nanna
Secretary of State Level 3
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Post by Nanna on Aug 2, 2018 14:37:05 GMT -5
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Poem by Mary Elizabeth 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 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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Nanna
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Post by Nanna on Aug 2, 2018 14:45:08 GMT -5
I've come with bouquet of flower in this morning none is here on your grave the tailor birds are singing the leaves are dancing the sunny rays are glimmering the sky is smiling through its blueness but I am with bouquet of rose O love look at my hand- at my eyesight at my heart beating at my harem of heart just roses, just no tears but tears like eyes just love I've come not to weep just for your love and love
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