I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die
Friday, October 29, 2010
hUkUm cIntA
CinTa ItU mEmbErI,
CinTa ItU mEndEngAr,
CinTa ItU bErkOrbAn,
CinTa ItU tAnggUngjAwAb,
CinTa ItU mEndOAkAn,
CinTa ItU mEmAAfkAn.......
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