Three friends are made, three lives are laughs and tears
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Through years of school and play they share
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As time stands still the days change into years
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And future comes without a care.
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But fate and skill and chances play their part
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The wind of change leaves no good-bye
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Three boys are men their ways have drawn apart
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They tell their tales to justify.
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Prologue
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Gentle Giant |