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Throughout the years, I've often wondered,
What makes the night, the rain, the thunder?
Who decides rules and all the new trends ?
And where have they gone? I mean my good friends.
Fate has a way of drifting in,
Bringing back both friends and kin.
If not in flesh, in thought of mind.
Friendship like ours is hard to find.
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