to explain but some understood
before shooting, some will never,
though they are loud and clear
Those who do not understand
They can never be your friend
But there are few people
Though they do not move around
Can be your near and dear
Even if they are from far way land
And I wish to place myself as one
If you are ready to accept me
I am glad to say friendship is done! !
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