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Faithfull friend In pain you walked awhile. Though complaining not, you remained in style. As I watched, Your dignity remained, Undoubting, You held up ,even me. Though eyes bright now dim Never once, Did sorrow ever enter in. Now you are gone, Yet leaving memories, Of better times, Your still here. So in peace instead of Pain I know you wait, Till dawn of day, That we might walk again.
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