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Today I see her half go from here,
But wonder, how I can call her a stranger there,
Say what you will,but sure in my mind,
None shall stop me, from calling mysef her friends!
Her presence alone will be sun in winter,
Her presence alone will be sun in winter,
Knows there are few I hold as dear,
I want her smile,
a love of friendhipAnd that is all I need.
Jun 6, 2007
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