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Near the end

Though it's only been a short while
I've never had friends like you
But soon you will be leaving me
And I don't know what to do.

Your love and understanding
Have brought me a new hope
 I wish that I could keep you here
Tied to me with a rope.

The miles soon stretched between us
What will happen to this bond?
Will we reunite to find that this special tie is gone?

So many questions I have,
My heart filled with fear,
Dreading you will leave me,

And never shed a tear .

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