We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chestnut-tree In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud is on thy brow; We have been friends together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests; For the fount of hope was gushing Warm and joyous in our breasts, But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow; We have been gay together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together; We have wept with bitter tears O’er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years. The voices which were silent then Would bid thee cheer thy brow; We have been sad together, Shall a light word part us now?
“We have been friends together”
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