I do not know who is my own,
Who not,
But the one who my friend of bad days
My friend,
But the one who the friend of my happy days
Not my friend at all.
But when you are no more, I am feeling, feeling it
Your love, your binding, affection,
Sympathy, closeness,
When closer and when far from.
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