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My Friend
Pray, let it be My doom is your retreat. Me longing from faraway, Let that horizon be your feast. If that serves you good, Make my failure keep you upbeat.
Dwindling in the reigns of fate, Will I fall for your sake. Like a sigh, like a yawn, My presence you will inhale. Amidst the ruins of my joys, Will you find a golden passage Like a drop, like a tear, My memories will you drink.
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