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Were I a knight then your life I'd defend,
Were I a statue, for you I would bend, Were I a cripple, your smile'd make me mend, As I am me, I'll be simply your friend. Were I your lover I'd love 'till the end, Were I the Devil, for you I'd repent, Were I a serpent, t'ward you I would wend, Were I not me, I would still be your friend. When I was wounded your strength did you lend, When I was joyful, to you, joy I sent, While I survive, then I know this won't end, Always, forever, in me you've a friend. Visit Aum
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