The Road goes ever on and on

Friendship is like the breeze,

You can’t hold it,

Smell it,

Taste it,

Or know when it’s coming,

But you can always feel it,

And you’ll always know it’s there,

It may come and then go,

But you can know it’ll always be back.

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