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ÄLSKAR DIG MAMMA!!! SAKNAR DEJ SÅ!!!!!
Do not stand at my grave and wheep
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 wake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
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