Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
I know they will still live on and on, But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
But in my mind,
It isn't easy, but I'll try,
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would sour a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love
The time has come, I know that I am leaving my best friend,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And as I leave,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return? If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
To Sir, with LoveBut I, would rather you let me give my heart,.
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