My friend, it's cliché
but you know what I'll say,
I hope to see you again.
In time, you'll return
on a day you discern;
I hope it's me that you find.
My dear, I'll hold fast
to a love which outlasts
Eternity and a year.
When you fly away
doesn't mean you won't stay,
It's only a day's goodbye.
The spread of your wings
is the nature of things,
A growth by adventure fed.
Be safe and live free;
I'll continue to be
Your friend, though your absence chafes.
Go roam where you will
and I'll visit until
Love reunites us at home.
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