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Till one yesterday over the meadows fair,
And over the river's tide,
Where Memory lifted her stepping stones,
My friend came again to my side.

And kind once more were our spoken words,
And glad was our grasp of hands;
The river speeds on, but we once more stand
On friendship's golden sands.

And up from my heart wells a song of praise,
I whisper it o'er and o'er,
"The silence is broken, the stream is spanned,
My friend is my friend once more."

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