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Dear friend
Years of precious ages
Our good and bad memories
We experienced craziness
Failed and learned together
For worst and better
Your wounds, my pain
My happiness, your victory
It really was
No matter how silly was me
I guess I was your master piece
For sure you were mine too
What happened to us
As we grow older
We couldn't offer better
All I see is fading traces
of goodness
We have lost our friendship worth
And nothing is worse than this
But I still call you dear friend
A friend is a precious gift , A family member chosen by you.
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