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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 swift 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
- Mary Elizabeth Frye
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eevielyn
Jul 01, 2019 09:19PM
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