In quiet halls where whispers stay,
Your voice still guides my wandering way.
Through time and tide, though miles apart,
I feel your warmth within my heart.
A friend’s embrace, though unseen now,
Is written deep upon my brow.
With every laugh, with every cheer,
You leave a mark, forever clear.
Though seasons change and days grow old,
The stories shared are threads of gold.
A tapestry, both vast and true,
Woven with memories made with you.
When skies are grey, or shadows loom,
You light my path and chase the gloom.
For friendship, pure and ever kind,
Is the compass to my peace of mind.
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