Do Not Weep For Me For I Have Not Gone
Do not weep for me for i have not gone. Please do not weep I. Ive been content with love so deep that peacefully Ill ever sleep. For with your love I was so blessed.
Weep not for me though I am gone Into that gentle night Grieve if you will but not for long Upon my souls sweet flight. There is no need for tears. Weep not for me though I have gone.
I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream. I am the stag on the wild hills way. I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth.
Funeral Poem Do Not Weep. The author composed this poem in a moment of inspiration and scribbled it on a paper bag. Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth. There is no need for tears. Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
Do not weep that I have gonebut rejoice that I have beenFor I have known life to its fullest measureI have felt pain and I have known pleasureYears I have I have cried in grief and laughterI have known love and all that comes after. Do Not Weep For Me.
Upon my souls sweet flight.
You can cry and lose yourself become distraught and turn your back on the world or you can do what I want smile wipe away the tears learn to love again and go on. Weep not for me. I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision. Do not weep for me for I have not gone. Do not weep for me for I will soon be gone. Perhaps up to heaven maybe eternity or be reborn as another when I am set free. I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision. Do not shed tears when i have gone. I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising.
Do not weep for me for I have not gone. I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me. I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising. When you wake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush. Put now these things out of your thoughts. A love we shared with joy untold and kept me young though I grew old. I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising.
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