Friend
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Sathya Narayana
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An old friend is like a golden trove.
Melt him, whenever thou felt so,
wear him; or even tear him! I vow,
never does he lose his glow!
Ever near to thou to distance every woe!
Call him a pal and clasp him in love
or cast him off in unmindful shove
he stays within thou as another soul.
Cloning bodies is a new found go
cloning minds friends knew long long ago!
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