you picked up your guiter, and
sang me your song, i lisened
like it was the midnight news.
but i felt your sorrow, yea, i felt
your pain, i saw the lonelyness
of a person fighting for spare
change.
but i felt your sorrow, and i
felt your pain,, and i saw the lonelyness
of a beatifull friend....
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I would like to translate this poem
And this is a beautiful poem. A bond so strong. Discerning, in depth, the heart of your friend, and caring for the results of such discernment. Friendship is wonderful. Stay close, and be there for your friend.10. (**I'd be honored for your visit to my page; hope to see you soon.)