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I once had a friend I used to keep,

Hidden under my pillow when I tried to sleep,

Or, placed in places hidden from view,

The life I lived was so untrue.

That friend started of as a wee acquaintance,

And then years after put me in a trance,

It was no more a friend than the devil himself,

Destroying and maiming bringing down my health.

One day that friend I could no longer keep,

It had blinded and scared me, making me weep,

Thank God for a Friend so kind and true,

He broke that bottle and made my life new.