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


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