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January 11, 1980-
February 19, 2001
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's glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Indian Prayer
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