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The Beginning


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Gently they stir, gently rise

The dead are newborn awakening

With ravaged limbs and wet souls

Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement

Who called these dead to dance?

Gjest King James
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am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints in snow,

I am the sunlight and ripened grain.

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift upflinging rush

Of quiet birds in circling 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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