I am graetful,
To my friend, faitful
I have his hand,
When I have a weak stand.
He can keep my secret.
For home he can protect
Looking at him witout error
I see myself in mirror,
We study in one place,
We shake hands face to face.
Till the end
You are my faithful friend
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