Pulling you through when the tide is high
Keeping me high, when spirits are low
Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
Behind me as my shadows, yes it is true
Always there... yes that's you.
Life becomes Death, glee turn in grief
Our Friendship will grow with the ages of leaf
Thou is a wine, made of grape
Sieve though Sands and flushed through shape
Finger of yours, ocean of grim
I will cross, like day breath
Proud as your crony, all my thanks
Proffer to thou, o the lively O’ class
Thou Beauty enlightened my darken bubble
Earlier I marvel, why it is murky
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true there is someone who always there for u Behind me as my shadows, yes it is true Always there... yes that's you. Life becomes Death, glee turn in grief Our Friendship will grow with the ages of leaf kept it up 10++