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The Great Man’s Call To those who seek the greatest gift, The pearl of quests within, I tell you all the great man’s call Is to be nothing but a friend. There is no more to cast upon; No love is so divine- As a soul who draws close on request, Or just from time to time. For when the golden gates of dreams Have not a lullaby, I’m sure my heart won’t wander far For the friend right by my side. Or when the world condemned collides, And each day turns in to struggle; I know my friend will be there then To help me through the trouble. So through it all, each time I fall, And I’m sure my heart won’t mend; It’s then I see who’s there for me My ever constant friend. |
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Date: Saturday, September 11, 1999 5:09 PM
William Everett Hiller
ehiller@symtx.com
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