You make me laugh,
You can make me cry,
I never like to say goodbye,
I talk of you often,
Do you talk of me?
To stop and remember,
When we threw a pea,
You know me well,
As i know you,
I could write a book,
To stop and look,
At your first crush,
And when you liked to call him lush,
We may be seperated,
But deep down inside,
I really feel with pride
When i am able to say,
That you are my best friend,
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