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Mary Elizabeth Frye
Steh nicht weinend an meinem Grab,
ich liege nicht dort im tiefen Schlaf.
Ich bin der Wind über tosender See,
ich bin der Schimmer auf frischem Schnee,
ich bin das Sonnenlicht auf reifem Feld,
ich bin der Regen, der vom Himmel fällt.
Weine nicht an meinem Grab, denn ich bin nicht dort,
ich bin nicht tot, ich bin nicht fort.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 autumn 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 star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die
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