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Do not stand at
my
grave and weep
I am not there, I
do
not sleep
I am a thousands
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 mornings hush
I am the swift
uplifting
rush
Of quiet birds in
circled
flight
I am the soft 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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