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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 glint on snow.

 

I am the sun on ripened grain

I am the soothing, gentle rain.

When you awake in morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

 

I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there: I did not die."

(Mary Elizabeth Frye)

 

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