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When the roses lose their fragrance,
and the world seems at an end,
When the day has lost its gladness,
what a blessing is a Friend.
One who takes you as she finds you,
caring not who is to blame,
One who knows all your shortcomings,
but who loves you just the same.
Heaven sends a gift each morn,
of a bright new day to spend,
What a joy it is to share it with,
God's greatest gift...A Friend |
