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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 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."