Friends
Here's to the people dearest to me, I hope you understand to just let me be. Don't get me wrong, just try to see, I can be as tall as a giraffe or as tiny as a pea. As time goes by, I'd want people to know, that I'm for real, and not for show. That friends who are with me when I fall, will always be with me through it all. So until the day, we see each other at last, we shan't make it go by fast.
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