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Obituary for Victor Santiago

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush , 

Of birds in circling flight. I am the star shine of the night.

I am the flowers that bloom. I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing. I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there - I did not die.