Thread: Umberto Eco
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Old 20.02.2016, 12:23
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Re: Umberto Eco

The sad news of Harper Lee and Umberto Eco made me think of..

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.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye - a Baltimore housewife.
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