When the chips are down,
True friends assure,
They will wipe your frown,
Keep your sinking heart secure.

In triumph or in success,
Be humble, be demure,
To yourself you must confess,
Pride makes you lose allure.

Friendship true will bring,
Equanimity that will endure,
You will an evil-ego fling,
Radiate a celestial glow-pure..

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