
(September 19, 1984 - August 9, 2000)
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Do not stand by my grave or hold my locket and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting
rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave or hold my locket and cry.
I am not there... I did not die.
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--Thank You Rose
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