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Dear friend, I have wronged you, I confess, And as a friend, I ask forgiveness. It is difficult to heal the past, yet Can you not find compassion to forget? Life hangs on a slender thread And, before long, the living are dead, Do be not ruled by a hard heart For all too soon, all friends must part. What did I do? How have I faltered? Oh Heaven, I would have altered, All my life if only to Undo the wrong I did to you. Dear friend, you have been faithful in need, Be not blinded by a foolish deed, And as for wishes, I have only one; To undo the wrong that I have done. C.H. Shepheard |
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