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Post by Moderator on Jul 20, 2005 8:44:36 GMT -6
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 circled 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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Written by Mary Frye
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