Enough Rope/The Leal

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The Leal

THE friends I made have slipped and strayed, And who’s the one that cares?A trifling lot and best forgot— And that’s my tale, and theirs.
Then if my friendships break and bend, There’s little need to cryThe while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.

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