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The friendship never gets old
not even ten or twenty years without communication
It always stands there like a forever tree
let the spring bring green
let the rain bring moisture
let the autumn take leaves
let the winter blow snowflakes
It let us grow apart independently
to our fullest potentials
Then it summons us
in time
when the memory circulates back
like a breeze like a season
like an casual incidence
as if dream always came true
but it is always so true and dear
in our hearts
forever
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