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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 rippened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die