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Richard Terry Robinson
June 11, 1965 - April 4, 2005
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 a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunset on riped grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake In the autumn hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.