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lost_loved_ones's Journal

To help deal with the pain of being left behind
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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 a diamond glint of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you wake 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 and cry.
I am not there... I did not die.

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