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reflecting sunset over a large lake with a single swan swimmingPerhaps they are not stars but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones shines down to let us know they are happy

No Funeral Gloom - Ellen Terry

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Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,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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