Zufälliger Spruch
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pinky  |
23.09.2011 - 07:23
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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
When you awake in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die
Mary Elizabeth Frye |
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Tod
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Noch ein Zufallsspruch
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