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Eulogy for a Veteran


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 rain. 

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die. 

-Author Unknown

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