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Sep 2012
I will call you a friend no more.
The days have passed of happiness.
Hard as I try myself implore
This is the end between us friends.

Innocent eyes that often smiled
To each other, a scene of mirth.
But times have changed, now teary eyed
I write these lines with sighs and grief.

The gaps between grew disparate
I foresaw not this change of place.
And our twined paths forked in their ways
Hard to accept but it's happened.

Distance is good between us two
For the fountains shall never spring.
Each will go back, say no adieu
To his former own state of mind.

True, in my heart you held a place
But if not rimed, what can be done?
Nay, I believe the strangest ways
Are always the beneficial.

I will call you a friend no more
From this day on you shall not be
The one whose eyes looked through me sole
But a dead stone in memories.
alan
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