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.
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
