Growing Gauge
We meet like children;
We cry like babies,
For just longer time...
That could last memories.
We fight living den;
We walk through alleys,
Not for shadowy crime...
That could stain diaries.
We are left with none;
We have Much-loved fun-
For good friends we are,
That could shine afar...
Beyond troubling cheer,
That promotes faint fear.
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