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I Miss My Friends
Find the peace to live again.
Live, for I may love again.
Love, become a fool again
In temperamental unison.
Seethe, for I may dream again,
Tease another fool again,
A fool, myself, I dive right in
To hold another hand -
A hand to hold until the end
Away from hands, I have to fend
My hand from every temperament
That finds its way toward a friend,
My friends, who I may lend a hand,
My friends, who I can see again.
My friends, they are a chance to send
My hands at no expense.
Where can I find local trends
Who never cut me at my ends?
Who never shut me off to fend
Their lives aside from dividends?
I miss my friends.
I miss my friends.
I miss my friends.
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