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Those school girl days,
of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind
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I know they will still live on and on
But how do you thank someone
Who has taken you from crayons to perfume
It isnt easy, but Ill try
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If you wanted the sky
I would write across the sky in letters
That would soar a thousand feet high
To sir, with love
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The time has come,For closing books
And long last looks must end
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend
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A friend who taught me Right from wrong
And weak from strong
That`s a lot to learn
What what can I give you In return
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If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start
But I would rather
You let me give my heart
To sir, with love
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