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Copywrite 1991 JB Amodeo
Misty Bridge, Belmont Lake SP, NY
I miss you my friend, I hope I can still call you my friend.
I miss you my friend and I miss the time we shared.
It's been so long since we've talked I'm begining to think I don't
  know you anymore.
It's been so long I almost feel that I wouldn't know what to say.
Not that we talked about much, just our plans and experiences.
Not that we talked about much, but we shared a little of ourselves.
I see you sometimes, we say hello than continue on our way.
I see you sometimes and I think of the time we spent together.
What happened my friend why did we drift apart?
What happened my friend I still see you but where have you gone?