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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 likes our is hard to find.

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