we sit with an old friend at a farewell party. his eyes are shadowed. we are not likely to meet again like this. it is difficult to say goodbye, he begins. yes, we say. thank God our paths crossed for this short while. we are the richer for it.
thanks for times now but a mem'ry - for tears by now forgotten - thanks for pain and thanks for pleasure - for joy, and for sorrow. thanks for hope in my tomorrow.
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