72 - Farewell.

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the crayons and pencils, and toys in a box

the bags, and the towels, a spare pair socks

the bus it's a-comin', go on don't be late

wherever you go to, I hope you'll be safe

and now, we are about done

for the summer, the summer is come

fare well, fare well.

some of you will grow, and some will stay small

some will go far, some not at all

the labels they'll lend you can only be that

I hope they can learn to meet you where you're at

and now, we are about done

for the summer, the summer is come

fare well, fare well.

some of you are beavers, and some of you are birds

are some of you are sea-stars, or buffalo herds

one day they may sort you, and that is a shame

but for the measure we had, I loved you all the same

and now, we are about done

for the summer, the summer is come

fare well, fare well.

These words will not land, and that is okay

by the time you remember, I'll be on my way

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