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“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 sun 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.”

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Book:Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
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Mary Elizabeth Frye
Mary Elizabeth Frye

Mary Elizabeth Frye was an American author known for her poetry and prose. Born on November 13, 1905, and passing away on September 15, 2004, Frye's work was celebrated for its profound emotion and concise language. Her most famous poem, 'Oh Death, Is Not the End,' became widely known during World War II for its comforting message. more

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