The time has come
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For closing books, and long last looks must end
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And as I leave
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I know that I am leaving my best friend
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A friend who taught me right from wrong
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And weak from strong
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That's a lot to learn
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What, what can I give you in return?
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If you wanted the moon
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I would try to make a start
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But I, would rather let me give my heart
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To you, with love
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Those schoolgirl days
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Of telling tales and biting nails are gone, yeah
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But in my mind
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I know that they live on and on and on and on
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But how do you thank someone
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Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
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Well it's not easy
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But I'll try
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If you wanted the sky
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I would write across the sky in letters
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That would soar a thousand feet high
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To you, with love
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Those awkward years have hurried by
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Why did they fly, fly away
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Why is it Sir children, grow up to be people one day?
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What takes the place of climbing tres and dirty knees in the world outside?
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What, what is there that I can buy?
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If you wanted the world
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I'd surround it with a wall I'd scrawl
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These words withe letters ten feet tall
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To you, With love
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To Sir, With Love
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| Al Green |
