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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">     Do not stand<br>          By my grave, and weep.<br>     I am not there,<br>          I do not sleep—<br>I am the thousand winds that blow<br>I am the diamond glints in snow<br>I am the sunlight on ripened grain,<br>I am the gentle, autumn rain.<br>As you awake with morning&#8217;s hush,<br>I am the swift, up-flinging rush<br>Of quiet birds in circling flight,<br>I am the day transcending night.<br>     Do not stand<br>          By my grave, and cry—<br>     I am not there,<br>          I did not die.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">&#8211; Clare Harner</p>
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