 | One day soon I'll get to see
A dear sweet man who lives south of me
We've traded jokes and thoughts deep within
And so many details of our kin
Hours we've talked about our lives
Hours we've spent in our own archives
Sharing dreams and hopes for tomorrow
And the loss of loved ones with such sweet sorrow
I know not your eyes, or height or hair
Or how you're shaped, but not do I care
For I can feel inside your heart so pure
I can sense a good man, of that I'm sure
No pretense, no lies, no embellished deeds
Just simple and carefree, one of nature's seeds
I like you now just as you are
I care not if you have money or a fancy car
I just ask for you to be my friend
As I will be yours, on that you can
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