Don't stand at my grave and cry. I am a thousand whistling winds, passing through Northrend's bright and dazzling show. I am a gentle drizzle, falling on the golden fields in the western wilderness. I was in the loud and magnificent drums, and thunderous hooves resounded through Nageland. I am a warm shining star, shining on Danasus, such a free dream. I am among the singing birds, and I am in everything lovely. Don't stand at my grave and cry. I wasn't there. I didn't die. Tomorrow is another day. You made an unwise decision.