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| To: My Two Friends |
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| All About Them To love someone so dearly Is to love them all so true. To grow and wonder so freely Not to look so blue. They have the gentle touch, Their feelings are so grand. Their love; it isn't much, But they still hold each other's hand. I see them together Sitting side by side Looking at each other With wonderment and pride. They were put together by friends, They were, considered a good pair. Time gave its lends But they did not take much care. Their affection for each other has ended No more can be done Their love can never be mended It is now, unfortunately, gone. Friendships never die And memories never end. People say good- bye With the shaking of the hand. |
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