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IN MEMORIAM Richard Terry Robinson June 11, 1965 - April 4, 2005  piglette 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. |