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Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am thousand winds that swiftly blow. I am the diamond that glint on newly fallen snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the soft and gentle autumn rain. when you wake from sleep in the early moring hush,I am the swift,uplifting rush of quite birds in circling flight. I am the soft,starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep
