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So little time to tell
So many things I meant to
Where did the summer go?
With still so much to say
Songs that I meant to sing you
Praises and pearls to fling you
Roses that I forgot to bring you.
I still long to hold you,
Embrace you, enfold you,
But somehow I never ever told you.
Where did it go, this life time,
Hurrying by, how did it fly away leaving
So little time to tell you
So many things I always meant to say.
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