but that is all over old friend
there must be a counterweight
to all that we have done
just like the summer and winter are one
don't worry you will stay in my heart
and while the trees sleep
you too will hide in the roots
until we come back to stretch our limbs
and let the leaves turn green again
we wear friends on our chests
but where do they go when we have to go?
you will be my brother
even in the gates of Hell
they can never take this time
in the Texas sun away from us
It might have seemed pointless
but our time together was never wasted.
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