| Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone
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| But in my mind I know they will still live on and on
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| But how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
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| It isn’t easy but I’ll try
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| If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters
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| That would soar a thousand feet high
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| To Sir, with love
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| The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end
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| 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
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| And weak from strong 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 I would try to make a start
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| But I would rather you let me give my heart
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| To Sir, with love
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| Those awkward years have hurried by, why do they fly away?
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| Why is it Sir, children grow up to be people some day?
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| What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world outside?
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| If you wanted the world I’d surround it with a wall
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| I’d scrawl these words with letters ten feet tall
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| To Sir, with love |