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The Best Kind of Love I remember going to school, It would be the first time I'd be away from you, Oh, those days seem so far away, That on this my graduation day, I can say... How quickly the years have gone by, With problems and test combined, For I've been schooled by the best kind of love, From my mommy and daddy, And the great God above. I remember the first time at home-school, It was very different from what I'd been used to, But by God's grace we made it through, So that on this my graduation day, I can say... How quickly the years have gone by, With problems and test combined, For I've been schooled by the best kind of love, From my mommy and daddy, And the great God above.
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