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My Friend
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My Friend

Poem By Babette Teeth

My friend with the beautiful sound
Like bells' ringing
Never show up his face
Though I can feel his longing to help me
to discover the truth
If such a condition is settled here
For nobody can escape
The cruel truth, the bare reality
Makes me closing my eyes for your words
shut your mouth
The cruel truth, the bare reality
Will be the persuaded convince

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