I know his name
Imaginary friend I see.
Smiling at me while spreading his wings.
People thing I’m crazy,
When they see me smile back.
Thinking I must be losing my track.
But right then I turn and say,
My friend he guides me everyday.
For he is not harmful
Nor he likes to be called names.
My friend is like no other
For it’s only me who knows his name.
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