| Do you remember how we first met? It's one of the sweetest memories I possess I look back and see us both -- two strangers Meeting for the first time, and I wonder Who would have guessed then how our friendship would grow, And become as binding as only we both know. | ||
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| Whether tempest blows, or gale, or storm, To know I have you to lean my head on Whether strife you encounter, or battle, or war I'm here for you, I'll be there when you call. | ||
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| Maybe, when years and more have gone And I, with wrinkled cheeks, am forlorn Perhaps with hopes all dashed to the ground Perhaps dreams, all shattered, shall surround | ||
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| The thought of you will still make me smile And I'll stop all who pass and say: "Wait a while" For though my eyes are weak and old And my mind is feeble, or so I'm told There remains one thing I can never forget For I still remember how we first met. | ||
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