• “No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone
    Corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness
    Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness
    Yours still, you mine, remember all the best
    Of our past moments, and forget the rest
    And so, to where I wait, come gently on.”

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