"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 softly failing snow;
I am a gentle autumn rain,
I am the field of ripening grain;
I am in the morning hush;
I am in the graceful rush of beautiful birds in circling flight;
I am the starshine of the night;
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in the quiet room;
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing;
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.....
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