Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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