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The worlding may boast of his rich golden store
There's something I prise far above,
'Tis the sweet smile of friendship that most I adore
The smile from the friend that I love.

Then why should our hearts ever heave a sad sigh
Since friendship each sorrow can move,
And the big tears of grief that oft swell in the eye,
Are soothed by the friends that we love.
Does sickness or pain e'er deny thee of rest,
Then true friends will be like the dove
Both gentle and kind and you'll ever be blest
With the tears of affection & love.

Then give me, Oh! give me a friend,
And then I no longer will rove,
And he to my bosom shall ever be dear,
And he too forever I'll love.

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