A beautifull poem

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Arund d crnr i hv a frnd,
in dis gr8 citydat hs no end,
yes d days go by & weeks rush on,
n b4 i knw it,
year is gon,
n i never c my old frnds face,
.
4 life is a swift & terible race,
he knws i lik him jus as wel,
as in d past days wen i rang his bell,
n he rang mine,
bt v wer younger den,
.
n nw v r busy,
tired men !
tired of playin a foolish game,
tired of makin a name !
2mrw i say,
i wil cal u my frnd,
jus 2 shw dat i m thinkin of him,
bt 2mrw cums & gos n distance bitwn us grws nd grws.
arund d crnr,
yet miles away,
here's telegrm,
"sir, ur frnd died 2day!!"
n dat wat deserve n get in d end,
arund d crnr,
a vanished frnd,
REMBR 2 SAY WAT U HAV,
2 D PPL WHM U LUV & CARE,
I JUST WANNA SAY
"EVEN IF I M BAD ALWAYZ B MY FRND..."
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