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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368550" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY Friend wears a cheerful smile of his own, <br>And a musical tongue has he; <br>We sit and look in each other's face, <br>And are very good company. <br>A heart he has, full warm and red <br>As ever a heart I see; <br>And as long as I keep true to him, <br>Why, he'll keep true to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the wind blows high and the snow falls fast <br>And we hear the wassailers' roar-- <br>My Friend and I, with a right good-will <br>We bolt the chamber door: <br>I smile at him and he smiles at me <br>In a dreamy calm profound, <br>Till his heart leaps up in the midst of him <br>With a comfortable sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His warm breath kisses my thin gray hair <br>And reddens my ashen cheeks; <br>He knows me better than you all know, <br>Though never a word he speaks:-- <br>Knows me as well as some had known <br>Were things--not as things be. <br>But hey, what matters? my Friend and I <br>Are capital company. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dead of night, when the house is still, <br>He opens his pictures fair; <br>Faces that are, that used to be, <br>And faces that never were: <br>My wife sits sewing beside my hearth, <br>My little ones frolic wild, <br>Though--Lilian's married these twenty years, <br>And I never had a child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hey, what matters? When those who laugh <br>May weep to-morrow, and they <br>Who weep be as those that wept not--all <br>Their tears long wiped away. <br>I shall burn out, like you, my Friend, <br>With a bright warm heart and bold, <br>That flickers up to the last--then drops <br>Into quiet ashes cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when you flicker on me, old Friend, <br>In the old man's elbow-chair, <br>Or--something easier still, where we <br>Lie down, to arise up fair <br>And young, and happy--why then, my Friend, <br>Should other friends ask of me, <br>Tell them I lived and loved and died <br>In the best of all company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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And a musical tongue has he; 
We sit and look in each other's face, 
And are very good company. 
A heart he has, full warm and red 
As ever a heart I see; 
And as long as I keep true to him, 
Why, he'l..."></div>
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