In the withered lilies of long-forgotten memories,
will you be there,
will you remember;
just me,
and our friendship,
which had started with a child's happiness.
When the veil covering the truth about me,
shall be parted,
will you believe,
will you bestow your trust;
on me,
and our friendship,
which had started with a child's dreams.
In the time of my despair and my remorse,
will you understand,
will you stand beside,
only me,
and our friendship,
which had started with a child's glee.
When arrives the moment of the final parting,
will you try not to cry,
will you try not to mourn,
but instead pray,
for me,
and our friendship,
which had started with a child's smile.
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