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.

Great Gatsby of Siberian Lady

~SIMBA~

Delia Arctic Dream s Goluboy Zvezdy

~DELTA~

Patricia s Akulovoy Gory

~RITSA~