True friends come from a parallel reality but the non-parallel reality turns yellow Sometimes it’s fierce sometimes it hurts but what remains? the brotherhood To love the bond of friendship to love the beauty what is sincere the eternal blood the parallel the reality And in the meetings in the talks and in the moments transported and transitory Life gains its glow what is hard becomes easy without it fragile To love the bond of friendship to love the beauty what is sincere the eternal blood the parallel the reality the parallel... the reality...
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