Gift

Do you remember the day
The day you gave me a gift
What you make,
Better say I take.

Many year past
But I can't repay,
I keep it
As a symbol of friendship
And it will be there forever
Until my death,
Hey, the old day.

People say the gift is scrap
Nothing more than a paper
With a few scratch.

But the don't know
Gift is not valued by its price
Nor how it looks
It's valued by the loves
And the passion that comes
It remembers few smile often cries.
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