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 rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
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7 comments:
Waiting for Toothy 1 has been closed down and I want to talk about what an amazing actor Heath was. Such a loss.
I'm crying.
Because of Ennis, Heath is so much more than an amazing actor to me.
He was so free. I think Hollywood just ate him up and spit him out.
WFT is not closed, Dany was just putting up a Heath tribute.
Let's go back to WFT.
"Let's go back to WFT."
I'd rather not. Sanity, even-handedness and consistency are the exception there, not the rule.
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 rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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