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I saw my friend through the glass window
Her arms were folded; her head hung low I called her name, but she slept just the same I thought someone needed to wake her I wished I could go in and shake her I called her phone; I heard it ringing But she was incapable of hearing it singing I watched for a moment, and as her greeting came on I told her I'd talk to her later on I walked away slowly, hoping she was okay And I got the feeling my friend needed help today I wondered, if it was me, what would she say? It was hard to just leave her - I wanted to stay My very best friend needs some help today.
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