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David loved Jonathan,
his friend.
Our Master wanted his, like chicks to a hen.
From this example for
us the mortal,
Learn before we cross through that portal.
We treat our friends
like fine crystal.
Put them on a pedestal.
Give all we have of
energy and life.
Through theirs, or our moments of strife.
We do not hold them to
our culture,
We ask not agreement as to a future.
Forgiving not the
perfect number seven,
Yet more perfect, seventy times seven.
Should our hearts weigh
heavy for a slight,
Days will come and go, bringing greater right.
Put the sadness away
let it rest in peace,
Then call them all together, instead enjoy a feast.
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