Do you remember the time,
We raided the fruit truck?
When we teased the bull,
With your red handkerchief?

Oh, yes, and the time,
We dug that hole,
To catch the devil.
That the world might be free.

We had many good times together.
We did things that can never,
Be done again.
Never done again, but never forgotten.

We are parting as friends,
But we will never part in mind.
Our memories will live,
Till we meet again.

As young boys we part,
But should we never met again,
We can never forget the lives we have shared.
The victories and the defeats will remain.

For a part of you will,
Always be a part of me.
And, a part of me will,
Always be a part of you.

Today we must part.
Today we must say,
That last good by,
That last lonely, lonely good by.

I say not good by, however,
Hoping that we may met again someday,
So not good by,
But, until we meet again.

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