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E quando capita leggo st'altra roba: BitPlayer, Balordaggine Kurdt, Danza sull'acqua, LPI, Mitochondrial Decay, Ottagono Irregolare, Tramonti a nordest"
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 the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn 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;
I am not there. I did not die.
- by Mary Elizabeth Frye