"Damn it Karen, i´m running out of Ida!"
- 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 sun on ripened grain,
- I am the gentle autumn rain.
- Do not stand at my grave and cry,
- I am not there, I did not die.
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