A friend will hang on through all of the seasons,
But they first latch on to you for all sorts of reasons.
They like to watch you move through life,
Or they just like to watch you move.
They're fascinated by your mind as art
Or as something they can use,
People will always see things in you,
But you cannot control, nor they rely on what they see,
So friendship is a case of mistaken identity.
So friendship is a sacrament.
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