Lea
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Von Jed 01.01.2016 um 22:43 Uhr | melden

Im not there

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autum rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.


Dear Famaly,
I wish you and all family members, and friends and the joys your daughter very much, a lot of strength and new courage. I do not know whether you are a believer. In my prayers I include you, and all the people to be expressed not by this tragedy into words a. I myself in this horrible and brutal fact lost the love of my life, and four very close friends. God bless you