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Sep 2018
My friend is a friend, is the friend to befriend.
Never did she put on a false face to pretend.
There to care threw your suffering and despair.
Is the only thing on your side when life feels unfair.
If you need a heart to lean on she always has hers to send.
As a man of faith you are forever tempted by the arch demons snair.
That nine knotted whisper always seems to be there.
But with her love your ears she will defend.
She is forever your friend my friend the friend to befriend.
Thank you for being such a good friend to me Arevalo.
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   Fawn
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