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Do not stand..
Do not stand there 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'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 there at my
grave and cry;
I am not there. I did
not die.
~Unknown ~
 
 

 






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