I haven't the heart to take a minute from the men. The poor dears love it so.
No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,yours still, you mine.Remember all the best of our past moments,and forget the rest;and so to where I wait, come gently on.william allingham
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