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[No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone]
No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,Corpse-gazings, tears, black raiment, gravey ard 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Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,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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