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| Tuesday, February 1, 2011, 4:12:40 AM |
Don't stand by my grave and weep, for I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I'm the diamond's glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the the gentle autumn's rain. Don't stand by my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. ~Unknown~  |
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