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Friend

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morwen-esteliel

Published: Jul 26, 2005

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Friend

You're the greatest
Friend I'll ever know,
I care for you more than
I'll ever show.

I'm here for you,
As you're there for me,
I feel we are family,
You are a sister to me,
And as sisters can grow apart,
You'll always have a special place in my heart.

We laugh, we cry,
With you,
My fears are set aside,
Knowing there's nothing I can't face
As long as you are near.

I know that someday,
Our paths will fade away,
We will have to say goodbye,
Nothing lasts forever,
Just know this,
No matter what the end,
I feel privileged to call you
Friend.

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