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Dec 2020
do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on these snow
I am the sunlight-ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain

And when you wake in the morning’s hush,
I am the sweet 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.
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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         Samara, Koel, Gideon, erica lynn, SiouxF and 4 others
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