I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There`s nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began –
I loved my friend.
He was a real football fan, faithful but without fanaticism. The game was a part of his life, never he missed a home play. What`s more he usually travelled after the team to support them wherever they are. That`s the main rule of a supporter. He followed the rules and was devoted to the game till his last breath. Untill cruel destiny took his life. Goodbye, my Friend!
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