I have a book
Its pages are devoid of printing
But it has a lot of dry roses and leaves.
Everytime I laughed with you,I placed a rose there
And a leaf for each time you lent me a shoulder to cry
I will treasure them Tomorrow when we may be oceans apart and time may pull us further away
But I know when I see those dead flowers in my heart that I had such a friend
The flowers and leaves may be dead but the memories they stand for will never die
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