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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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of
quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
" Cindy loved children and loved to laugh and her smile was beautiful.
We miss her so much."
With all our love,
Mom, Theresa, Audrey, Terry and Rick

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