: oh my friend:

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it's the truth my friend,
that only that love matters
in return for which, someone loves you back,
rest is all useless
my friend, O my friend.

that hand, in which another hand is there,
that hand is a lucky one.
what are all the distances and all the destinations,
if one has a companion in your journey.
one whose luck is changed for the good by someone
that one alone is a true beloved
my friend, O my friend.

the earth dances, and the sky dances,
being merry for you, 
may your dreams keep blooming
and the garden of your heart remain fragrant.
may life give you such a spring,
that's the wish of my heart,
my friend, O my friend.

I used to hear, that this life
is a mixture of sadness and happiness,
but I see
that this life is a game
where someone wins all, and some lose all,
I'm the one to lose.
my friend. O my friend.

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