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Epitaph
I have no words to priase him then
Till today when he is gone
Rather i cursed for his shortfalls;
Today i sing a hero's song:
He was a great man,
He was a good-natured man,
A darling in the public gallery...
Trivial acts of good-naturedness
Reminisced in high rhetoric,
Words washed clean like a sages wisdom
To add some dignity to the dingy
Part of his life
Erodes the sense of credibilty;
For i never knew his worth
Untill he died.
