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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not here. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you wake up in the mornings hush,
I am the the swift uplifting rush I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not here. I did not die.
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