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Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep I am thousand winds blow I am sunlight on ripen grain I am the gentle autumn rain when you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush of queit birds in circled flight I am the the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die.
