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Do not stand by 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 hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circles 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.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you......
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