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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 the snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain,

When you awaken in the mornings 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.

RIP Julie Siuda. It's been 8 years but your memory is still very much alive inside me.