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Friend
I can still see
Your face in my mind
Forgotten memories
Lost in time
You had that gift
That can't be taught
A star burning bright
Falling, can't be caught
Noone saw what was
Coming in the end
But I find myself blessed
To have called you a friend
Your face in my mind
Forgotten memories
Lost in time
You had that gift
That can't be taught
A star burning bright
Falling, can't be caught
Noone saw what was
Coming in the end
But I find myself blessed
To have called you a friend
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