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    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there, I do not sleep
    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamond glints on snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle autumn rain
    When you awake 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

    Mary Elizabeth Frye

    All energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back.

    by Audri on Sat May 22, 2010 at 03:30:59 PM PDT

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