Bring in the old.
Bring in the new.
You're as friendly as Mrs. Barbara
Sue.
Out of every friend that I've come
to find,
I see that your soul is pure and
kind.
Though I don't see those locks
of red hair,
I can always see you at the
fair.
Through this letter that I
send,
you'll always be my oldest
friend.
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