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Do not stand at my grave and weep,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand that blow, across Northreand's bright and shining snow.

I am the gentle shower of rain, on Westfall's field of golden grain.

I am in the moring hush,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], of Stranglethron's jungle, green and lush.

I am in the drums loud and grand, the thounderous hooves across Nagrand.

I am the stars warmly, over Darnasus softly dreaming.

I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I am not there, I do not die.