17 สิงหาคม 2545 04:08 น.
nong nadia_germany_
Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged,they're where you always will belong.
The cromd is never gone,the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course,you my still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you maylove them dearly,and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile,flourishing within your heart
There is a whole,of which you were a part:
A group of friends,one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.
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