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Copied off the back of a marker in this cemetery 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 diamonds glint on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain when you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft star that shines at night I am not there, I did not die................ Notify Administrator about this message?
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