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Go back for the real entry. Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift up-flinging rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. http://www.lapetcemetery.com/html/p_donot.html
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