| Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there,I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow,across Northreand's bright and shining snow. I am the gentle showers of rain,in Westfall's fields of golden grain. I am in the morning hush,of Stranglethorn 's jungle,green and lush. I am in the drums loud and grand,the thunderous hooves across Nagrand. I am the stars warmly gleaming,over Darnassus softly dreaming. 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.
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