What a friend we have in time,
Gives us children, makes us wine,
Tells us what to take or leave behind

And the gifts of growing old,
Are the stories to be told,
Of the feelings more precious than gold

Friends I will remember you, think of you,
Pray for you,
And when another day is through,
I’ll still be friends with you

 

John Denver

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