Having friends is a wonderful thing,
Adding meaning to the life.
But a friend like you, I could cling,
Is the only thing,
I would strive…
In spite of woe and death,
It’s our friendship by which.
Gay is life and sweat is breath,
Without you my friend,
Nothing would suffice…
Without your help, nothing I can do,
Neither laugh nor cry.
If you part, whole life I would rue,
So please O friend,
Don’t ever you try…
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