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Friendship

Friends, the few but fearless,

Know me not by name.

By speech both wise and careless,

Know me just the same.


By memories keen of nervous anger,

By heedful eyes and prescient ears,

By raucous carols that we sang there,

By calming for each other’s fears.


Friends, both dear and thankless,

Know be my claim:

In life and in eternity,

We are each other’s fame.

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