Being a Friend

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We have something that holds us together

Something that made us both better

Something called being a friend

It makes the fun never end

And it helps me to know that when

I am down and blue

Because you're my friend

I can count on you

We run through life without a care

Would anyone try to part us?

They wouldn't dare

And when the time comes for me to go

I really want for you to know

That even though my life has come to an end

I will never stop being your friend.



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