By travelling near and far,
And for each friend you lose,
You gain a little scar.
A bigger scar would be left,
If I ever lose you,
Just like the saying goes,
To love and to be loved takes two.
To me you are the only one,
That ever understands,
Through everything that happens,
Next to you is where I'll stand.
Some time I hope to be,
Around you everyday,
Because being wrapped up in your arms,
Is where I want to stay.
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