

Grieve notDo not stand at my grave and weepGrieve not
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly fallen snow,
I am the gentle showers of rain I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning's hush I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight I am the starshine of the night
I am the flowers that bloom I am in a quiet room I am the birds that sing I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
groetjes uit St-Truiden!
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You can have control of your life....Take It...and hand the reins over to the Devil.
Life is like an abusive partner. It beats you again and again but you keep going back because you think things will change.
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