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I Am Not There
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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
The author is unknown and I have kept it for 17 years.
Lilly
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