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You must be my friend,
my one and only,
as defined,
by xenodochial eyes
I’ve had since the snow
melted,
and the rain became prisms,
you must be my friend,
Because you found me,
and gave me a word in edgewise,
my
one and only, as defined
When we coloured in the lines,
and played the games provided
by xendochial eyes.