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do not stand at my grave and weep (clare harner)

Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift up-flinging rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.