"In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.
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 in the snow.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there, I did not die."
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