بی سرزمین تراز باد

                               

In the garden of my heart

fiowers of friendship grow

some small. some brightly colored

for all the friends i ' v come to know

the brids sing softly in the trees

the trees are tall & their leaves rustle

with the jentle passing of the breeze

it's hard to get into my garden

it's only for the elitethat's why you know

no weeds will grow

they really can't compete

True friends are rare & precious

and make your life complete

You can have millios of

acquaintances

but how many friends are true? 

True friends stay to the end

They try & share your interests

and  look after   you

They love you eor what are you are inside

not for what you do.

So if you find a friend like this

do not let go

Plant gently in your heart

and let your friendship grow

 

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