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He Was a Friend of Mine
He was a friend of mine
Was living on borrowed time
He had nothing left to give alas
Had nothing left to do but pass
And he was a friend of mine
He never had use for a wife
Craved for himself a better life
Never travelled too far from home
Never feared death or the unknown
And he was a friend of mine
He always had a tale to tell
I heard ‘em all and know ‘em well
Forty years we were close he and I
Forty years I watched him slowly die
And he was a friend of mine
He never hurt a living soul
Never found peace in this world
Loved a beer and a rollie cigarette
Loved the mates he made and met
And he was a friend of mine
He drank now it’s too late
Was the master of his own fate
His sorrows died with him that day
His living demons all cast away
And he was a friend of mine
I didn’t get to say goodbye
I didn’t know the end was nigh
Got the news from his hospital bed
Closed his eyes ‘til he was dead
And he was a friend of mine
Written: November 2023
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