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| Some things we take for granted Like the caring of a friend. So we make them unimportant And we lose them in the end. We decide it�s too much trouble To keep things in repair. So until we really need them They�re just something we can spare. It�s just easier to walk away Then it is to understand; Easier to fend for ourselves Then to lend a helping hand. But when the time arrives And it�s us who needs the friend We�ll hope we still can find one With a shoulder they can lend. Someone who�ll try to understand, Who�ll help in any way, Who�ll think we�re worth the trouble And not just turn and walk away. |
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