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Epitaph
Every one that has come
and gone in my life
are just passing acquaintances,
for I am sure to have made
the same number of enemies
as much as I’ve made friends.
I’ve not so much as touched
the lives of those I’ve loved
—my greatest regret is this.
So should, by chance, today
I pass away,
Sadly, I will not be missed.
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