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| I am looking for a friend I had, We were close and loved another, Our time together seem like no other, We had our fun and so more, Yet in ways time did pass, Things became bad, Our friendship was like two peas in a pod, And sooner or later we were a part, And our love still stood but we weren�t there, As the time went by it hurt us so, Our lives were passing us by as we go, Our life was a growing plant, One time I�m rotted here and then, I seem to be moved and put somewhere else, After I�ve been moved I seem to be alone, And I miss my friends, That used to be along side of me, Even trough the years I will miss, The times of fun we used to have, Yet still I believe in time to come, I�ll find my friend and will be one. |
| How time hurts |
| By Angel Wings Copyrighed 2001 |
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