Friendship
What is it about friends,
that makes them so dear?
Makes your heart always glad just to be near?
Always more dear than the loveliest love,
because there is little to fear.
When life seems to rough, they're always there to pick you up,
prodding you to live life again
Because they love you for you.
Alone, you'll never have to walk again.
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