Our Spell

It's wonderful what happens when friends
Like you and me share each other's lives,
As any kind of personal barrier ends,
And emotion bursts out and thrives
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For when you get to know one so well
As I know you and you know me,
It seems like living under our own spell,
Where we are as we were meant to be
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And in this perfect world of ours,
Even our flaws become to our eyes unique
And all the happy that we spend together hours
Are precious like a golden, rare antique
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And as the hours passed and turned to days,
And then the days became months and years,
This friendship, that never sways,
Has managed to dry away my tears
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And I realize that with you there is no fear
Of being misjudged, so I can totally be me
And this is something so similar and near
To what I would determine as being free
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You know, someone who is whole is rare,
And I know this for certain to be true;
The world will no more seem bare,
For I am whole when I am with you