I`d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me; I`d like to be the help that you`ve been always glad to be; I`d like to mean as much to you each minute of the day As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way. I`d like to do the big things and the splendid things for you, To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue; I`d like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard, And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you`ve stirred. I`d like to give you back the joy that you have given me, Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be; I`d like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon. I`m wishing at this Christmas time that I could but repay A portion of the gladness that you`ve strewn along my way; And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be: I`d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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