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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 ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
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