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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 diamond glints of snow; I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush; I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds encircled 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. ~author unknown~ |
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