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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 awake in the
mornings hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush
of quite 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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