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I was thinking about her
Im thinking about me
Im thinking about us
wher we gonna be
open my eyes…
and it was only just a dream.
Promise me, you won’t forget our laughs, our jokes, our smiles, our memories, our friendship.
Friendship’s a silent gift of nature; More old, more strong. More deep, more clear. More close, more warm. Less words, more understanding.