Ja sam ovo htjela staviti sinu na nadgrobni spomenik:
Do not stand at my grave and weep<
>I am not there, I am not asleep,<
>I am a thousands winds that blow<
>I am the diamond glints in snow<
>I am the sunlight on ripened grains<
>I am the gentle autumn rains<
>When you awaken in the morning's hush<
>I am the swift, uplifting rush<
>Of quite 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<
I ova me je pjesmica dirnula...
"I'll lend you for a little time...<
>A child of mine," He said<
>"For you to love, while she's here<
>And mourn for, when she's dead.<
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>It may be six or seven years....<
>Or twenty-two or three,<
>But will you, 'til I call her back...<
>Take care of her for Me?<
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>She'll
bring her charms to gladden you,<
>And should her stay be
brief,<
>You'll have her lovely memories...... <
>as solace for your grief.<
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>I cannot promise she will stay...<
>Since all from earth return,<
>But, there are lessons taught down there <
>I want this child to learn.<
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>I've looked this wide world over...<
>In my search for teachers true;<
>And from the throngs that crowds life's lanes...<
>I have selected you.<
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>Now will you give her all your love...<
>Not think the labor vain?<
>Nor hate Me when I come to call...<
>To take her back again?"<
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>I fancied when I heard them say...<
>"Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done",<
>For all this joy Thy child shall
bring...<
>The risk of grief we'll run.<
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>We'll shelter her with tenderness...<
>We'll love her while we may,<
>But should the angels call for her...<
>much sooner than we'd planned,<
>We'll
wave the bitter grief that comes....<
>And Try To Understand !<
Kad smognes snage, pridruzi nam se na "Andjelima". Babanroga ti je vec napisala link.
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