30 minutes, 1 hour, and 6 years ago my brother died. I'm not having a very good night. My heart is racing and all I want to do is cry.
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the
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