loss of a friend

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it was winter when we met   and summer when you left   maybe there’s some irony in that,   but i haven’t found it yet.   as soon as our eyes met,  
What do I do He's here He's gone A friend of olden time; The loss Is great. Goodbye dear friend.  
It’s been
Where have you been? Can you hear me? I am having trouble finding you.   Are you under the rocks,
Every day consists of the same thing I come home, there you are, right on the wall My best friend, a picture, there it does hang Just like our friendship, it will never fall  
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