if I ever have no friends, send, then, my condolences to the world

what light marks a face but the one you wish to see,
then the whole of the world has a friend for me;

when a smile shows us all all we ever want,
never stranger is a stranger but when you are in doubt—

o so solemn is a soul awaiting its joy,
as calm as the wonder upon the face of a boy—

and golden are the gifts oft-given by friends,
no matter when they meet or where-ever they’ll end.

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