true friendship
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Thy kindnesses are to me sweet
As a barbed rose, which I grasp ungloved
To learn that I was unloved
By thee was to my soul a frosty defeat
But my heart scarce can dwell in conceit
A true friend
Is there in the end
A friend you can count on
Through thick or thin
Is always there when you lose or win
Always there for you
Even when your sad or blue
That is so true!
We are not loversbecause of the lovewe makebut the lovewe have
We are not friendsbecause of all the laughterswe spendbut the tears that is shedwe save
