Friends

Written on a pen, closed with a kiss,

If you are my friend, please answer me this:

Is we friends, or are we not?

You told me at one time, just I forgot.

So tell me now, and tell me true,

So I can say I'm present for you.

Of all the friends I have always touched,

You are the one I use draw a blank.

And if I die before you do,

I will go to Heaven and wait for you,

Sick apply the angels back their flies

And risk the loss of everything.

At that place isn't a thing I would not do,

To have a friend just like you!

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