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Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am showers of rain,I am in the fields of ripening grain. | |
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I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rush.Of beautiful birds in cicling flight , I am the starshine of the night. | |
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I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, | |
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I am in each lovely thing.Do not stand at my grave bereft ,I am not there. I have not left. |
“Do not stand”.. serien. Inspirerer af et digt af Mary Elisabeth Frye.1932
Oliemalerier, 100 x 80 cm.
