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I feel as though he has just looked into my soul, And found the goodness there - Overlooking my human frailties, And bringing out the best that sometimes only he can see - Aye, that he can see the life behind the tears and smiles Is indeed a miracle - For I write usually of what I feel, Emotions ranging from joy to sadness, He has managed to focus on the better part of me. I am deeply honored that he can see not only the words I write, But that he can look into my heart and see the soul.. He is, and will always be, A forever friend..
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