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What's the quality of friends
Is it not the shade that covers you
But in all heart they seem to pretend
Blazing on you like the morning dew
Who ever cared more than they do
Have you ever asked them why
Or is it the fantasy that brings men down or slow
And the contingent that makes them cry
Friends are just eclipse
Many do fade away
Their minds are broaden in mischief
A lot of their words are hidden to slay
Do watch carefully when next you say you got a holy friend
