If you feel sad and blue, just call me.
If you need any help, I'll be there.
I'm your true-hearted friend, 'in love'
to the end...and the beauty of life we
must share. Be with me when
snowflakes are falling, and petals
desert every flower, then we shall
find glory in the chill of December,
praying together until life's final hour.
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