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Epitaph

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The autumn lingered day by day.
The trees still held their leaves
Golden against an azure sky.
The air was still. A squirrel ran across the lawn.

In a quiet room down the hall
The only sound was shallow breathing.
This was his last day on earth
The tired old man lay dying.
His gentle face relaxed,
No worried lines or fretful movements
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