Reach your comfort, my friend!
Oh, dear friend! My bosom swells, Saw you turn in pain; Imagine not I an alien, For we were brothers, Though not born to a womb, Our minds are twined; You knew, asleep or not, I would go out for succor; Million miles are but close, For our minds are mirrors; Things are not same, When you are not around; Remembered the days, When we split things up, Drank from one glass, Ate from a plate, Cried and laughed as one, Sacrificed our loves; For friendships are born, And not made by quirk; You never sought heathen, When I was around; I breathe for you, For I have to live; Be in peace, my friend, Lest I forsake My kin and run To the end of earth Lunge wherefrom To reach your comfort.
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