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AN INDIAN PRAYER
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 on snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight;
I am the soft star that shines at night.
DO NOT stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
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