| My hobbies are few and my concerns are few… And my ambition is to walk with you for hours, under the rain When sadness overwhelms me and when the music makes me cry Be my friend I am very much in need for a harbor of peace And I am tired of love stories and the news of passion So Speak… Speak… Why do you forget half of your speech when you meet me? | Every lady needs the arm of a friend… Be my friend |
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