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My best friend


When she leaves, my eyes will sprinkle.

When she goes, I'll be dropped into pieces.

When she parts, a part of me will go with her.

When she says goodbye, I will only salute. 

Soon she will be saving our country...

Soon she will be millions of miles away...

Soon I won't reach her for seven weeks...

Soon I will have to salute. 

I will miss her more than i missed any boy. 

I will miss seeing her daily in class. 

I will miss her laugh, her smile, her everything. 

I will her until I salute her return. 

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