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Ако не съм вече жива -
щом дойдат ония птички -
дай на червеношийката
от паметните трохички.

Не бих ти благодарила -
никой не ще ме пусне -
но знай - че съм опитвала -
с мойте гранитни устни.

Емили Дикинсън
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THEY SAY MEMORIES ARE GOLDEN

WELL MAYBE THAT IS TRUE.

I NEVER WANTED MEMORIES.

I ONLY WANTED YOU.

 

 

 

IF LOVE ALONE COULD HAVE SAVED YOU,

YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE DIED.

IN LIFE I LOVED YOU DEARLY,

IN DEATH I LOVE YOU STILL.

IN MY HEART YOU HOLD A PLACE

NO ONE COULD EVER FILL.

 

 

 

IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY

AND HEARTACHE MADE A LANE

I"D WALK THE PATH TO HEAVEN

AND BRING YOU BACK AGAIN.

 

 

 

OUR FAMILY CHAIN IS BROKEN,

AND NOTHING SEEMS THE SAME,

BUT AS GOD CALLS US ONE BY ONE

THE CHAIN WILL LINK AGAIN. 


     ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!