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At the end of the day
When the sun sets And the lights are out, It's not the millions made, Nor the decisions past, Nor the road not taken. But the stories shared, The laughter, the tears. The heart wide open Through the good and the bad. The gift of friendship, Like the tides never ending, This is remembered At the end of the day. |
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True meaning......
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Hey. I liked that.
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Beautiful write....
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very nice :)
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nice
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