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Слушать(AI)Eulogy for a veteran
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glint of snowI am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn
When you awaken in the mornings hushI am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flightI am the soft stars that shine at
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
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