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THE MENTION OF HER NAME
The mention of her name,
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear
the beautiful music of her name,
It soothes my broken heart
and sings to my soul.
(author unknown)
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DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
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's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken
in the morning's hush,
I am the swift 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.
Anon
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