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My Western Friend

Far from the west came a man, And me in the Indian Sands', Making a friendship tight - It was freddy who met me in the night. The month of October, the weeks of November, The bond flew more slender - Thou left in the month of January; Thy memories make me sorry! Oh thy gossips cheered me all; Like the beauty of an ever lasting waterfall, Thy music rings in my ears Resulting in hot brimming tears . your memory is as fresh in my mind - Giving me hope to remember thine!!

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