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Dec 2013
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 ruby glints on snow,
I am dried, dark red stain.
Abel's curse, I am Cain.

When you awaken in the night,
Know that I am humans' kite,  
Quiet birds' encircled glide,
I am carpet, all red dyed.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Peter Barclay
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Peter Barclay
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   --- and Maddy
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