Friendship is gold, or at least as I see,
But no one can see, quiet the same as me,
And as I sit here, high up in this tree,
I wonder how my life will be.
Life is silver, or at least as I think,
All you have to do is find your missing link,
Write him a letter, using your finest ink,
Hoping it doesn't make you look like a dink.
Love is a tree, it grows through time,
And with love, you'll spend every dime,
It can be sweet or sour, like a lime,
Bet you didn't think I could ryme?
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