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An Old Story
Edwin Arlington Robinson

Strange that I did not know him then,
 That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
 One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had
 To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
 For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him
 Once, in my pride!...
I never knew the worth of him
 Until he died.

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