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A solder that is not far
Do not stand at my grave and weep
For I'm always with you,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sun 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'm here! Here in your hearts, so I will not die.
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