Lawrence R. Horry's Obituary
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripen grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circulating 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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