Ever Lasting Friend
In silence that coud cut bones
A sound echoes off the stones.
Who dares interrupt my thought
With something ceap and bought?
Who is selling trinkets and toys
To fill the world with noise
Though I will have a look
If you are selling a book
For a book is a friend
Until the bitter end
Though the pages may be frayed
The meaning will neve fade.
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