My Dearest Friend,

You have often told me,
That one day I will be big and famous.
You tell that I can be anything that I want to be.

You tell me that one day
my talents will make me rich and wealthy.
To this I have one thing to say.

You, my dear friend have the wrong idea of wealth.
I do not measure wealth in jewels and gold.
I don't even measure it with my state of health.

You see my dearest friend, I am already the richest man in the world.
I am the most fortunate man alive,
and it all comes down to one word.

My dearest <b>FRIEND</b>...

I have everything I will ever need already.
I have caring parents, a lovable pet, most of all
YOU, my bestest friend.

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