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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 snow. I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of, quiet
birds 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."
Author Unknown -
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