WELCOME TO KANAGAWA

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I'm not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints of snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die


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