question: I have a name, but it isn't my name.  My face shows signs of age.  I always mean the same thing, no matter what I say.  I'm born in mourning, and I last 'til the end of days.  Men plant me, but I never grow.  They run from me, but I never move.  They look at me and see their future, rotting in the fields where I bloom.  What am I?
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choices.text: mentha longifolia euterpe tombstone resident aken