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September 9, 2001

I thought I saw a friend in my past,
Where he holds a friendship.
We knew each other since we were small,
But now we grew and our friendship is apart.

We grew far,
We grew near,
For every love we shed,
The Friendship is now dead.

We walk together through life,
Where we know each other a lot.
But now we grew,
And all we hold has now disappeared.
But then I saw he wasn’t my friend,
For it was just another person on the street.