Lovely in all of its shapes and forms, but They call it evil, Gold or silver, They praise it and love it, They want it anytime, but It's hard to keep it, Money tempts the strongest To chase it, They, to some people, have it, but To some other people It's hard to get it, Some dream about it, Some were born with it, Some dig in the rocks for it, Some never smelt it, so Who likes this gold or silver?
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