When sadness fill your heart with void
When clouds are seen; when trees wither
When the day becomes night
When time runs backward
When you seem to drown in your pool of tears
When the bitterness of death seems so sweet
When the eagle be mewd
When its wings but a bag of bones
When being cheered by anguish
When sorrows breaks seasons and reposing hours
When I need a friend to nurse my wounds
When I pamper the world with laments
When your tears drop sadly
When a duel of pain and sorrow goes on
When the engravings of friendship stays on
When you'll be glad you have a friend
And yes you know I'm your friend
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