A Friendly Elegy
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Oh, my friend

Take the satchel of gold attached
To this wasting body
Please

Buy yourself a house
Or marry a good woman
Please

Take it
It is all I can offer you
Please

Ignore my wretched hands
Reaching for you
Please

Take the cloak off of my back
Use it to shield you from this harsh sun
Please

Hold my hand
For just a while
Please

I swear I will ask you
For nothing more
Please

I will not cling to you
In fear of dirtying your clothes
Please

Leave me
For your satisfied smile turns my empty stomach
Please

Go

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