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![]() Among friends, hearts entwine. There is no yours, there is no mine. It’s give and take that strengthen the pact, to make it flourish and grow, that’s a fact. Among friends there are no secrets or lies, no facades or pretentious disguise. It’s a nourishing kind of thing, and with it real happiness does it bring. Among my friends is where I’ll always be, for they’re the very essence of me. I thank God for blessing me so, something I want them all to know. ![]()
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