Last night you lost the rarest thing
Life ever gave to you.
It was a friendship that was deep,
Unvarying and true.
I’m sorry that you have it not
Because you need it so;
When one has killed the flower’s root
How can it ever grow?
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Friendship
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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