I did not die!


Don't stand on my grave and cry
O dear love, I did not die
I remain with the winds that blow
I wriggle through the rocks 
with the rivers that flow
I shine with the glint of snow
I rise with plants that grow
I'll be there always around you
Though not in this form
But a thousand others
Pray, don't waste a precious tear
I just appear and disappear
So don't stand there, on my grave
and cry
I'm still here, I did not die

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