I tell myself, "it isn't true"...
...I really haven't quite lost you.
But as the days and weeks go by,
It's getting harder ev'ry time
To put the truth off anymore.....
Yet to admit it is a horror...
Oh please deny it...say tain't true...
I really haven't quite lost you?
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.....It's funny how it goes this way:
When friends grow up you cannot say
But they will prob'ly cease to write,
And all because they "'haven't time."
Is it because they've more to do
Than e'er they had when they knew you?
While this could mayhap be the case,
Still other reasons yet remain....
They tired of you and found new friends
Which better meet their ways and ends?
But just suppose 'twas always true....
That nought in common had you two.
'Twas just a childhood fancy light
That they did ever want to write.....
And putting childish things aside
They better use have found for time?
But just suppose it is YOUR fault....
You haven't written as you aught?
No matter where you place the blame,
The problem still exists the same....
And that is.....how to make them write?
Perhaps not as in former times;
For now they'll send you terser lines,
Just as they did when little tykes.
And this is 'cuz they're out of school,
Where writing papers was the rule.
But you'll be thankful for their lines,
That just for you they took the time.....
'Cuz hey! they haven't ceased to write!
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