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Friends
I'm counting up what I've got to show for all these years afloat
a dog eared passport, a weathered face, a tired old boat
a yarn or two that might be true and a couple of battle scars
days of sparkling waters, nights of falling stars
I've got seashells, I've got souvenirs, I've got songs I've penned
I've got photographs, I've got memories, but mostly I've got
friends
Words and music by
Eileen Quinn .
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