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By : Andrew Wiggen

The sun rises another day to come
nearer getting with every setting sun
Months to weeks and soon to days
I come to miss her in more and more ways
Soon though, beauty will be upon me
I dream sooner and sooner of the day that will be
Our friendship always there, never gone
I still recall singing her a love song
One by one and all of us our four
We strive and strive to attain more
always together let none in the cold
happiness is achieved through friendship not with gold
But will it happen, will our lives work out
Or will the that thought of a life dissolve in doubt
A brief thought like a passing tide
Our lives getting older as we abide
That golden life that once was planned
like a pirates treasure, lost in the sand