I sit under a lonely tree.
You have saved me.
You have listened deeply.
You have advised appropriately.
You have cared for my interests.
You have accepted me as I am.
How grateful am I to have such a companion?
Who are you really Boguslawie?
Who are you really?
You have come and saved me;
Taken a shovel and dug my freedom
from the earthen pile of responsibility
I covered myself with.
Who are you really?
Will you haunt my dreams in the afterlife?
Will you be there dancing with me?
Yes you say and I trust your every word.
I trust you with my very soul.
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