With futile gasps, the world disappears
Lost with day by day
Stranded by memories filled with tears
Have thrown it all away
Sans a mother, sans a friend
Heartache being one of thirst
Love be lost and death impend
Is one of his very worst
Play and find but find is lost
A sight for restless boys
Friend, friend, be my friend, for this is just the cost!
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