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Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weepby Mary Elizabeth Frye

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Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the shift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die

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