Do not stand at my grave and weep I'm not there, I do not sleep. I'm thousands winds that blow I am the diamond glints an snow I'am the sunlight on ripened grain. I'am the gentle autum rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I'am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds incircled flight I'am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand an my grave and cry I'am not there-I did not die.
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