Times roll by in the wind
The air changes it's content 
Once of love then of hate
All have gone through it
All have left their own mark
And it is what they make it
Once it was a friend
Not it has become an enemy
Will it differ from the one I knew
Will it stay its course and love it
The days ahead will tell no love song 
But instead it will prove its worth
To those who make it such 


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