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by Sam Hindmarsh Jul 5, 2008 category : Friendship, family / broken friendship
The Leaves fall from the trees, I can not cast its spell, But as I can not feel any love, Nothing I wouldn't sell. For you to be my friend, It would be all I need. It is soon nearing the end, Start sewing the seeds. I couldn't call on anyone else, To be the one for me. But as the dark is growing near, I still feel for thee. So as I come to a close, I wanted to conclude, You were the best friend I did chose. But I can't conclued with that.