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Show FAREWELL By BONNIE JEAN SCOTT If I could walk alone tonight Along each corridor and hall, If I could see old posters there On bulletin and wall, If I could feel, just once again, That sweet security That comes from teacher's guiding hands, From friends with love for me, Then in the quiet solitude I know I'd faintly smile. As if my thoughts had wandered back Into the past awhile. Achievements, good times, sorrows too, I never shall forget, And the memory of that last school dance Is lingering with me yet. No more to shake that friendly hand, To join in song and play, For now has come, for most of us, The parting of the way, There are many things ahead for me In all the coming years, And I with joyous heart look up But my eyes are dim with tears, For these things that I have loved And that friendly binding tie Although I'm so unwillingly to Must be severed with goodby. For you see, I am a graduate No longer here I'll dwell, To this beloved school of mine, Alas, I bid Farewell. |