I wonder to myself, "Could I make some friends?
Even when I know all friendships could have ends?
There's a girl wearing braids, reading so deeply
And a boy smiling widely, climbing so freely."
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I wonder to myself, "Could I make some friends?
Even when I know all friendships could have ends?
There's a girl wearing braids, reading so deeply
And a boy smiling widely, climbing so freely."
