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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 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 stars that shine at night. So do not stand at

my grave and cry;

I am not there,

I did not die.

So go and be happy,

for I am there. So go and be happy, because I care.

We dedicate Kaleidoscope '86

to those we have loved and lost.

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