Life is a book that we study.
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Some of it's leaves bring a sigh.
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There it was written, my Buddy,
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That we must part, you and I.
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Nights are long since you went away.
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I think about you all through the day,
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My buddy, my buddy,
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Nobody quite so true.
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Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
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Just long to know that you understand,
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My buddy, my buddy,
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Your buddy misses you.
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Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
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Just long to know that you understand,
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My buddy, my buddy,
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Your buddy misses you.
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Your buddy misses you...
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My Buddy
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| Anne Murray |
