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what they mean


to lose all accept them would mean not losing anything at all

they stick with me and sooth my soul and are there whenever i call

to some people they are called a friend, Nakama, or neighbor

 what I call them dos not matter, for they would mean the same either way

the jokes, the laughs, the intellectual challenges amongst us keep me sane

the dedication that they show make me believe that good lives on to this day

take away everything from me but still leave me them would be taking nothing at all

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