Real Friends

D’ you remember the time, we were friends
Getting home in the dark, with dirty hands
Just - two kids with a smile, and their dreams
Hanging out for a while, feeling free
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Playing around climbing trees,
Friendship is freedom always.
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We ‘ve grown up at times, as it should
Lost track of our trails, in the woods
Hea - ding for somewhere else, with someone nearer
But the bridges we’ve built, will stay for years.
Our stories we tell, are the same
Same - old laughters again and again
We’ve a natural way of being friends
Through many more years, will it stand