pieces of eight
are nothing but freight
if you don't have
a friend at your side
all the gold in the land
is not worth that small hand
that i held when we took
that first ride
when the journey is done
and the course has been run
with a smile on my face
i'll have died
and the moments we shared
in the time we were paired
were a dream from which
no one would hide
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