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1:47 pm
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iloveyoumore
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Post edited 6:51 am – July 30, 2009 by iloveyoumore
- To all of you, and to the one I have forgiven – you know who you are.
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
- 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 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.
- – Mary Frye
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1:48 pm
July 29, 2009
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Rachel
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OMG this is my favourite poem of all time! I love it.
It reaffirms my faith when I'm feeling down 
Thanks for posting.
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1:49 pm
July 29, 2009
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Rachel
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Rachel said:
OMG this is my favourite poem of all time! I love it.
It reaffirms my faith when I'm feeling down
I wrote a letter a few days ago on the forum for messages to Michael and quoted this!
Thanks for posting.
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1:51 pm
July 29, 2009
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Antigone
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I really love this poem.
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For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
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1:51 pm
July 29, 2009
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mysticallymagestically
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I love this poem as well. I actually sang it in choir, so it really is quite memorable. The last line obviously—just sends chills down my spine. 
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1:52 pm
July 29, 2009
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iloveyoumore
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Mine too, Rachel
I can't figure out how to put a space underneath the title. I have tried everything. It is frustrating me. I am a perfectionist.
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Before you post, ask yourself – WWMJD?
In our darkest hour,
in my deepest despair –
Will you still care?
Will you be there?
In my trials,
and my tribulations?
Through our doubts
and frustrations? |
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2:07 pm
July 29, 2009
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souza81
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I have always loved this poem. I think someone has translated it in Dutch a while ago, but it's so more beautiful in English..
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He looked me deep in the eyes
He’s touchin’ me so to start
He says there’s no turnin’ back
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2:22 pm
July 29, 2009
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iloveyoumore said:
Post edited 1:51 pm – July 29, 2009 by iloveyoumore
- To all of you, and to the one I have forgiven – you know who you are.
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
- 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 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.
- – Mary Frye
Ohhh How beautiful I got the chills.
I think that is excatly was Michael wants us to think if he was really “dead” (Wich i dont believe)
Peace
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3:21 pm
July 29, 2009
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iloveyoumore said:
Post edited 1:51 pm – July 29, 2009 by iloveyoumore
- To all of you, and to the one I have forgiven – you know who you are.
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
- 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 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.
- – Mary Frye
This is a beautiful poem. Thank you for posting it. I know that he did not die. He's very much alive. The truth will be out soon. Keep the Faith! God Bless!
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