Friendship The rain does beat down Whistling upon the sill and speaking to the heavens, the very loneliness of my heart But I cannot breathe, feel, or think for the want of you My fears are drowned in the patter of rain and the calmness of the evening But etched in the very grooves of my heart, lies your name, May that it never be erased or worn down by time That we remain fast, hopeful, friends Dawning each day, held in each others hearts And etched in each others sorrows.
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