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’s 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.
Ave, o Maria, piena di grazia;
il Signore e con te.
Tu sei benedetta fra le donne,
e benedetto e il frutto del
tuo seno, Gesu`.
Santa Maria, Madre di Dio,
prega per noi peccatori,
adesso e nell’ora della
nostra morte. Amen.
In lieu of flowers,
donation may be sent to the
Heart and Stroke Foundation:
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