I foudn this Poem on teh internet.
" 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 glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the soothing, gentle rain.
When you awake in morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there: I did not die. "
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