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My Special Friend | | Although you are a friend of mine And letters we exchange I would not know you on the street And doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life Unusual and unique We share ideals and special dreams And still we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are Perhaps you picture me? An intriguing game for both of us For someone we cannot see.
So for this friendship we possess We owe this mail a debt, Perhaps the charm lies in the fact That we have never met.
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