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dedicated in loving memory to my sister

Patricia Stutts

October1951-July1993




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'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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there;

I did not die.

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