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Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, 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 beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die. -- █ ▌█◥ █ ▌█◥ │◥ ██ █◥ ▉★ ▊★ ▉◥ ◤◥ ▉◥ ◤◥ _◣ ▉ ◤◥ ◤\ ◤\ -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 210.54.148.202
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