I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the white 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 circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I am not there.
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