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      Do Not Stand At My Grave


      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 a diamond's glint on snow
      I am the sunlight on ripened grain
      I am the gentle autumn's rain
      When you awaken in the monrning's hush
      I am the swift uplifting rush
      Of quiet birds in circled 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
      ~Author unknown~