A ship of hope set on sail at the tide of happiness and at the cyclone of difficulty I feel the cool breeze of friendship I see new world with friends when years turn to days, days turns to hours, hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds, when seconds come beconing to apart no words to express
a few lines to supress but a guest want to bid farewell to my friends, that is.............................................................a tear dropp
saying 'don't forget me dear'.
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