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
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