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 a diamond glints in snow; I am the sunshine on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die
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