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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 the blow.
I am the diamond glints on 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 the swift uplifting ruch
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars the shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there.I did not die.
R.I.P
01-17-11
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds the blow.
I am the diamond glints on 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 the swift uplifting ruch
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars the shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there.I did not die.
R.I.P
01-17-11
01-17-11
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