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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... |
