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