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You stand right here beneath the tree.
You stand and rain it pours.
The more you think, the more you're free,
Just open all the doors,
Which once were closed for you and now,

To stand in the Shadowof the Wound’s-Mark in the Air
For no-one and nothing to Stand
Unknown,for youalone
With all, that within finds Room,even

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there
I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow