
2 blomstret high waist skjørt
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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 sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the
gentle
autumn's rain.
Do not stand at my grave and mourn.
I am the
dew-flecked
grass at dawn.
Where tranquil oceans
meet
the land.
I am the footprints in the sand,
to guide you
through
the weary day.
I am still here...
I'll always stay.
When you wake up to
morning's hush...
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
KOM TILBAKE TRINE! Ville ikke det vært så mye bedre enn å hvile i fred allerede nå?