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 glimpse of snow
I am the sunlight on a ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn's rain
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die.
--Desperate Housewives--
Saturday, May 29, 2010
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