Friends by Ann Wood

Friends many, but only a few who are faithful.
A friend everyone calls you, but do they think most of them?
Be friend to me, and swear to me in truth.
A friend in need knows you, he remains faithful to the grave.
Friend, give me your hand and lead me to eternity.

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Written on 2019-12-04 at 02:24

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