I’m not your friend,
for what you know.
I’m your friend,
for what you show.
Be we neighbors,
or miles apart.
I call you friend,
down in my heart.
Friendships run,
through space and time.
The essence of,
this little rhyme.
I’m proud to say,
you are my friend.
And these words,
to you, I send.
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