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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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