Poem
(By Unknown Soldier)
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Do not stand by my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamonds glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circle flight. I am the soft 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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