I am not there

Esto es un regalo de un amigo:

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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 of snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there: I did not die.

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No ha de temer la Vida pues es tan fuerte el Deseo de Vivir que allá donde va la Vida el Deseo de Vivir siempre le acompaña.