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"Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I am not sleeping there. I am the thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow; I am the sunshine on ripened grain; I am the rain in the autumnal morning; when you miss me in the night ,and shed a tear I am the soft stars that sparkle in the sky. When you waken in the morning hush, I am the rush of quiet birds in circle flights; Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I am not sleeping there. I did not die". Dr. Subash Chandra Fernando National & International Organiser of the JVP in London, |
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