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Don't stand by my grave and weep, For I'm not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond's glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled 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. Nick although I wish you could still be here with us, the pain is over. What ever it was. I love you with all my heart. Rest in peace.
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