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My dear friend from a far away land

You understand me oh so well

I am privileged to know you

From the start too tolling of the bell

Time reveals misguided thoughts

But not so the intent

Red from white wine soon it sorts

Life is quickly spent

The long white cloud has your heart

Haka flows in your veins

Too long too long have you been away

Though Africa faintly remains

Oh such a friend I have

That my heart is so proud

You hear the gentlest whispers

When the world screams so loud

Never have I met someone

Who gives with no regret

Your a beacon for all to see

I will love you till I’m dead