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The Kindly Ones, Sandman Vol. 7, Neil Gaiman
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 morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered by the evening.
You can be me when I'm gone.
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 morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered by the evening.
You can be me when I'm gone.