| Those schoolgirl days
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| Of telling tales and biting nails are gone
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| But in my mind
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| I know they will still live 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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| It isn’t easy, 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 Sir, with love»
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| 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, 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 you let me give my heart
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| To Sir, with love |