16th October 1984 – 7th June 2008
Brett Anton Blake
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow,
I am the diamond glint on newly fallen snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am soft and gentle autumn rain,
When you wake from sleep,
In the early morning hush,
I am the swift, up lifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
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