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do not cry

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do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there i do not sleep
iam a thousand minds that blow
iam the sunlight on riped grain
iam the gentle autums rain
when you awaken in the morning hush
iam the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in liveled flight
iam the soft star that shines at night
do not stand at my grave and cry
death cannot find me i did not die





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