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I lost my friend, she took hiatus

It grew and grew, well past its stasis

She pressed right on, left us a mailing

Excuses piled, her birds went sailing

I lost my friend, she had a problem

She circled back, emptying volumes

She came with the Vaseline

You walked in with glass I mean

You ran from a limousine

She carried a glass I mean

I asked her to ask for me

I questioned the asking fee

She sat back in class for me

We grew from a glass I mean

I lost my friend, we waited for hours

I lost my friend, she smiled for hours