Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
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Men are more evanescent than pictures, yet one sorrows for lost friends, and pictures are my friends. I have none others. I am never long enough with men to attach myself to them; and whatever feelings of attachment I have are to material things.
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Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
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Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires I have lost friends, some by death others through sheer inability to cross the street.
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I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.
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I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
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