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    The poet addresses their dearest friend and asks them to walk another mile together before their journey ends. While they may not hold hands, they can walk in step and speak of simple, everyday things that are neither good nor bad. These mundane memories and moments spent walking together, even if not hand in hand, will become the most cherished when looking back through the mists of time.

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    The poet addresses their dearest friend and asks them to walk another mile together before their journey ends. While they may not hold hands, they can walk in step and speak of simple, everyday things that are neither good nor bad. These mundane memories and moments spent walking together, even if not hand in hand, will become the most cherished when looking back through the mists of time.

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    O Dearest of My Friends

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    The poet addresses their dearest friend and asks them to walk another mile together before their journey ends. While they may not hold hands, they can walk in step and speak of simple, everyday things that are neither good nor bad. These mundane memories and moments spent walking together, even if not hand in hand, will become the most cherished when looking back through the mists of time.

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    O dearest of my friends. . .

    O dearest of my friends Lets walk another mile Before this journey ends Perhaps, not hand in hand, but tread, with me, in step . And speak of little things That neither foul nor fair We do not hate or dear and either here, or there . .are Humble and so mundane . .That neither boon nor bane . Perceived in retrospect, These shall the dearest be. To us, both you and me Of days that we have lived And roads that we have walked, . .Perhaps not hand in hand, . .But often step in step . Lets wait another while So the eve gets darker still And lamps as ambers glow Just as these moments shall Through hanging mists of time . (khurram)

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