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Do not stand at my grave
| 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 sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die PETS - A short time in our lives, a lifetime in our hearts Anon |