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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 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
Author Unknown
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