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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 Minnesota snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain: I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush. I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds circling in 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. --Author Unknown |