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You are the sweetness from the Lower East Side

You are the flame in your mother’s pride

Hear the chariots, they roar

You are the friend that I adore

Tears on the dawn of a Spring morning

You are the friend that lifted me from mourning

Clinging on to love while the world crumbles is my passion

You define compassion

My truth in you will cause repercussions and I’m scared

But you’re not a diamond dozen, for you are rare

May the obelisk of our friendship never fall

I rather have you close, than never at all