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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 diamond glints on snow.
I am the
sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you
awake in the morning's hush
I am the soft uplifting rush
Of quiet
birds in circling flight.
I am the star that shines at night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die.
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