They are wonders that never end,
In this world, to thrive,
They are remedies for a boring life.
When our tro'bles are much and all,
Friends, they make it small:
A problem shared is a problem solved,
Only if one is truly loved.
O when they call my name
I feel blessed with a little fame,
A wonderful feeling of being known
Flits through the hollows of my bones.
Our hearts sing a song so sweet,
This makes us smile anytime we meet;
Life's no longer difficult
While we laugh and forget our faults.
True, a faithful friend is not a curse
And a bad one makes life worse;
I'd rather sail with my friends on a dangerous ship,
Than trek alone on life's difficult trip.
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