What would you tell,
Oh dear friend of mine,
If one day you could tell all ?
You've been there for me
Through the rough times and good
And heard all my tears and joy.
You know me so well
And yet you don't speak
E'en as I cry for your poor saddened face
You're threadbare and worn
But I know you will be there for me
My dear friend through ages untold.
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