</>Our friendship began on a field of green,
As rivals we met, with a clash, a bang,
A tampoline and pool, just livin’ the dream,
Summer turned us into a two‐ man gang,
It was a thing of beauty, no work, all play,
Through the storm that would come, friends we will stay.
Like two renegade ants, we built our hill,
With laughter as sand and friendship like glue,
Then came the rain and a reaper to till,
Our hill swept away by a tyrant’s shoe,
Little did we know about moving day,
Through the storm that now comes, friends we will stay.
Four years together, now one month apart,
One leaf on the tree, one leaf on the ground,
With tears in our eyes, a journey to start,
“Hey there buddy… guess I’ll see ya around.”
But I tell you this, what we didn’t have to say:
Through the storm that did come, friends we will stay.
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