Fine Art Of Friendship


i think back to the time when i wouldnt drink wine and
they taught me wrong and right and black and white like death and the grave
some things never change and ill never let it rest until i die i wanna love
someone special til death do us part to have one and need no other sometimes i
cry stumbling through my youth cause ive loved so much yet so little the fine
art of friendship meaning of love understanding growing old







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