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    This poem expresses that death is not the end, and that the deceased live on through nature. The speaker says they are no longer confined to their grave, but are instead present in the winds, snow, sunlight, rain, birds in flight, and stars - reminding the living that even in death, their spirit lives on through the beauty of the natural world.

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    This poem expresses that death is not the end, and that the deceased live on through nature. The speaker says they are no longer confined to their grave, but are instead present in the winds, snow, sunlight, rain, birds in flight, and stars - reminding the living that even in death, their spirit lives on through the beauty of the natural world.

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    Annabel Lee - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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    Nisuke Tabaula
    This poem expresses that death is not the end, and that the deceased live on through nature. The speaker says they are no longer confined to their grave, but are instead present in the winds, snow, sunlight, rain, birds in flight, and stars - reminding the living that even in death, their spirit lives on through the beauty of the natural world.

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    Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Poem by Mary

    Elizabeth Frye

    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 diamond glints on snow.
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning's hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry;
    I am not there. I did not die.

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