A thousand nights,
and a thousand days.
A thousand times,
in a thousand ways.
Our friendships last,
our friendships don't.
Because there's a thousand who'll fake,
and a thousand who won't.
The thousands hide in millions,
and the millions hide in thousands.
Once you figure this out,
you'll know you've found them.
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