| "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 the 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 incircled 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. "
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