Our friendship is round,
Just like a ring.
Where it will end or begin.
Nobody knows how it will go,
Or if it will last forever so,
Use it wisely and have fun,
Keep it with you just like the sun.
Treasure it always, put it in your heart,
And take it out some day that is cold, dreary and dark.
Look after your friendship,
You may only get one chance.
Your first and your last,
No time to enhance.
Save it for one day
When we're old and grey,
And let us hope that on that day,
We will think of our friendship and say,
She was a friend, so was he,
But hopefully no one would have been a greater friend than thee.
Although a guy might have your ring,
Our friendship has still been a marvellous thing.
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