I’ll speak of you when I’ve kids of my own,
show them the meadows where we used to roam.
Pass on your kisses to their tender cheeks,
and watch as your children fly over the creeks.
To love and to cherish is what we must choose;
To be apart is too much to lose.
You with soft wings, and I with my feet,
forever are friends and our friendship runs deep.
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