Vatsal
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« on: December 24, 2005, 04:57:33 AM » |
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Always
As new things came and old things went, Together on the path as it bent, Through disappointments by my side she would stand, Throughout childhood she held my hand.
Memories made, stories formed, Enduring friends after battles stormed, Time passed, and we changed and grew Among my dearest friends, she remained true. Certain is the future, what's to come after: Though new friends may share her laughter. . . Though we may let ourselves drift away. . .
In my heart she will always stay.
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