Do Not Stand...

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
I am the thousand winds that blow-- I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle falling 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 that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep.
-- Anonymous

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