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[mac_10]

you could not have treated me better,
i could not have treated you worse,
but it's he who laughs last,
is he who cries first.
sometimes i feel that i know strangers
much better than i know my friend
why must the beginning
be the means to an end.
the stones from my enemies, these wounds will mend
but i cannot survive the roses from my friends.
when the last word has been spoken
and we've been witnessed to the final setting sun,
all that shall remain is a token
of what we've said and done.
when all we've had has been forsaken
distant church bells no longer ring,
that's the sound of a heart taken
and a story of tears from a king.
this maybe the last time i see you
but if you keep me in your heart,
together we shall be eternal
if you beleive we shall never part.
the stones from my enemies, these wounds will mend,
but i can not survive the roses from friends.