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This Poem I didn't write. A friend of my mum's gave it to me after my best friend was killed. She was wiccan, and this poem helped me out a lot, so I am adding it here.

 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 the snow,
 I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
 I am the gentle rain,
 When you waken in the morning's hush,
 I am the swift uplifting rush,
 Of quiet birds in circled flight,
 I am the solf stars that shine at night,
 Do not stand at my grave and cry;
 I am not there, I didn't die!
R.I.P. to Rachel Leigh Keeton 12-5-84 ~ 8-17-o1

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