Friends
Friends,and wants he loved me.Friends and once he cared.
Now he,s going away now,taking everything,
that we once shared.
Life has not much meaning
when you pass the valley,s green.
Tomorrow is just yesterdays,one more faded,
dream.
Gone of life and liven
going away now won,t come again
For love is only real-but-once.
And once I had a friend.
Composed By Jane Bragg
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