I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the 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 soft unflinging rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft star-shine in the night.
And so my friend, do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die
Amen
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