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Show Love to those you love, lest Love should fail;
Let not the Long Grass grow on Friendship's Trail.

Some Hearts resemble Little Pools that are
Just large enough to mirror One Dear Star.

N EVER needlessly offend;
Lose no Chance to Make a Friend.

T HE Truest Mirrors Fortune sends
Are Honest Eyes of Faithful Friends.

O LD Friends are best; yet, as the Swift Years run,
Make New Ones, too, or Time may leave you None.
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