Friendship turned and spoke to me:
'Always I'll be there;
Never mind the fretting or the woes,
Nay, tell! - be you in the doldrums, deep of Hell,
Or any other dire straights my friend;
For you, I stood here ever at your side
From distant time to now, the bitter end.'
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