My best friend sleeps beside me every
night. He wakes up with me in the morning, be it rainy, sunny or
My best friend is always ready to
listen, but never ready to talk. He is silent like a tree, only
whispering and rustling every once in a while.
My best friend has scars on his body
and on his neck. He also has scars on the inside, but he cannot
tell me about them.
My best friend likes to sing with
me, but he hates to sing for me. His voice is wonderful, both
deep and light, like sunshine can be sharp and soft.
My best friend loves to see me
dance. He sings so beautifully after I've danced for him.
My best friend and I argue
sometimes. He wants to sing something that I do not, and then it
can take hours before we agree on a solution.
My best friend lies beside me every
night. He goes to sleep with
me in the evening, be it rainy, sunny or snowing.
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