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| My Internet Friend Although you are a friend of mine And letters we exchange I would not know you on the street And doesn't that seem strange? You hold a place within my life Unusual and unique We share ideals and special dreams And still we do not speak I picture what I think you are Perhaps you picture me? An intriguing game for both of us For someone we cannot see. So for this friendship we possess We owe this mail a debt Perhaps the charm lies in the fact That we have never met. |
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