A friend is like a flower
Roses to be precise
Or a brand new golden ring
Or a pair of lucky dice
A friend is like an owl
Both strange and yet still wise
Or somewhat like a ghost
Whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart
That endures to the very end
Where would we be today?
If we never had anyone to hold dear and call a ‘friend’
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