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All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone
Flowers gathered in the evening,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone.
- --Neil Gaiman
