On a day we meet, to walk a line,
Compassion in this world counted,
The compassion of your heart and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart,
Than money, fine wine, and shelter,
For the fine wine is gone, when the night is o'er,
And for money, last only a day,
But your compassion touch by my side,
Sing on and on in my soul always,
You are all Heaven can send,
Memories of tears but pleasant time spend,
Your compassion by my side heal without a sign,
You are a paradox in nature!
I sing in great insight and beauty,
Make new friends but keep old,
Time and change are surely best -
We had a slow meaning walk, for a friendly visit-
Friendship is a wine of life, in constant repair,
We had a scream of time above fire-
You are a friend whose heart has eyes to see-
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