Tributes sent to us after Tim passed away

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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 softly falling snow
I am the gentle rains that fall
I am the fields of ripening corn

I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night

I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am in the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die