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One of the most eloquent eulogies, preserved and handed down through generations of First Americans abiding in Southwestern U.S.
HOPI INDIAN PRAYERAuthor ~ Unknown
Do not stand by 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 waken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet white doves in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die. Copyright © TheDogPlace.org 1610 http://www.thedogplace.org/PROSE/Hopi.asp
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