know much mean me, friends,And how, rare strange is, findIn a life com — T.S. Eliot, Collected Poems, 1909-1962

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You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,And how, how rare and strange it is, to findIn a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,(For indeed I do not love it … you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!)To find a friend who has these qualities,Who has, and givesThose qualities upon which friendship lives.How much it means that I say this to you-Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar!

T.S. Eliot, Collected Poems, 1909-1962

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