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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 mourning,
afternoon they blossom on,
still are withered by the evening,
you can be me when im gone." -neil gaiman
fading is the sun that shone,
we must speak of other matters,
you can be me when I'm gone.
Flowers gathered in the mourning,
afternoon they blossom on,
still are withered by the evening,
you can be me when im gone." -neil gaiman
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