My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
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