"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 awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight

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I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand here at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die."

-An Inscription of an English Gravestone