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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye 

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 sun 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 circling flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. 

Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die. 

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