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To speak of one's riches, shines so the gold

A sparkle of diamonds, blue sapphires so bold

These treasures have not I, nor the means to attain

My coffers may empty, but my God will sustain

The Savior who loved me, who not only died

Rose again for my purchase, and now sits at His side

He whispers to hearts, and to those, love is sewn

Fashioned us friendships, from before we were known

These became more, connection was made

A much deeper bond, cut by no blade

A confidant, a brother

A sister, our Friends

Family forever, grateful without end

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