a funky monkey from under a star, United Kingdom

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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I an a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on the snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the moring's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in Circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Don not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die


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