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Amigo at Christmas
I could tell him my sorrow,
I could tell him my pain,
I could tell him my joy…
When we had to borrow,
We had nothing to gain,
He was that kind of boy…
He used to shrove,
And that’s how the love throve,
Between us,
That’s how I suss…
He was whom I could trust…
And he was whom I could believe…
He was the friend I met first,
On the Christmas Eve…
