My letters to Zyanya they kept growing
She moved away but we kept going
I know it may seem cliche
But we really where meant this way
Our friendship never really changed
We were always worth the same
We always talked of lots of things
Of how we wanted to e kings
We then would talk of our lives
And if my father had not died
Then we would all have really tried
To bring us back right side by side.
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