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It was a chilly night where I first thought,
That a word could so posses,
Lips such as mine.
And with each passing day,
I thought and I thought,
About that word, that would be mine.
Something only I could say,
And to deprive my friends of,
A cool and unusual parentage,
Something to be only mine.
But I started thinking, as green,
As grass turned green again,
As green, no blue turned the sky.
Gone were the leaves red, the snow white,
and wind's bite.
Here was spring's rain and I thought.
And in my delving of my mind,
I happened upon this prospect.
If I were to reserve this word,
From my friends,
Why?
If I were a true friend I'd give,
It is their's to say.
And so as I thought, I heard,
A man next to me say,
The word that was mine,
And he was my friend.