Well, my friend, our time is gone;
you are dead, and I have left that group.
Our friendship was the sole tie,
and it was a friendship, though only you
and I ever knew. The world is a cold place;
our time is passed, and, in truth,
there is nothing to mark our closeness.
I keep it in my head; it is precious to me;
beyond that there is no proof, no evidence;
the memory goes with us, and, I suppose
that is the way it should be.
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