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I do not stand at your grave and weep
You are not there. You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.
You are the diamond glints on snow.
You are the sunlight on ripened grain.
You are the gentle autumn rain.
When I awaken in the morning's hush
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
You are the soft stars that shine at night.
I do not stand at your grave and cry;
You are not there, you did not die.
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