A Lesson

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Had my master taught me,
To look with a critic's eye,
Inspecting everything,
Till the day I die,
I would live suspicious,
And die the same,
Trusting nothing ever,
Until the reaper came,
Nothing would escape,
The touch of my eye,
Every thing inspected,
And I, friendless, die.