It was a day in November, one I’ll always remember.
The hands on a watch, brought us together in a match.
But how come it’s all now torn? Alone left feeling forlorn.
I keep thinking oh no, I’ve not a thing left to show.
But in strength I grow and grow, so return again will my flow.
You’ll see I hope to soon forget, and both of us will lose our regret.
The day you made me go, it’s all part of life and growing yo.
This I do know, this I do know!
The hands on a watch, brought us together in a match.
But how come it’s all now torn? Alone left feeling forlorn.
I keep thinking oh no, I’ve not a thing left to show.
But in strength I grow and grow, so return again will my flow.
You’ll see I hope to soon forget, and both of us will lose our regret.
The day you made me go, it’s all part of life and growing yo.
This I do know, this I do know!
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