Raul H. Velasquez's Obituary
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 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 in the star shine 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 every lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I do not die.
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