ღ ღ ღ ღ When the Розы lose their fragrance, and the world seems at an end, When the день has Остаться в живых its gladness, what a blessing is a Friend.
One who takes Ты as she finds you, caring not who is to blame, One who knows all your shortcomings, but who loves Ты just the same.
Heaven sends a gift each morn, of a bright new день to spend, What a joy it is to share it with, God's greatest gift...A Friendღ ღ ღ ღ
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