«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 sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the mornings hush,I am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight,I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there, I did not die. »
Tenho pena do rapaz porque ninguem merece morrer aos trinta e nove anos e muito menos do modo como ele morreu.Mas não comecem já a mitificar.
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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 on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings 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,
I am not there, I did not die. »
Tenho pena do rapaz porque ninguem merece morrer aos trinta e nove anos e muito menos do modo como ele morreu.
Mas não comecem já a mitificar.
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