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Friendship
Thou art at first so tender, that no care
can be to greate, if we would cherish the
But firmly fixed, s-o well united then
Are all the links which bind the that no power
Not even death, can rend thy ties asunder,
So pure, that naught can sully thee - so void
of any s-or-did feeling, that no passion
Which hath it source within the breast of man
Can be compared with thee.
signed "FH" |
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