- published: 11 May 2015
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Songs were meant to sing while we're young;
Ev' - ry day is spring while we're young.
None can re - fuse; time flies so fast.
Too dear to lose, and too sweet to last.
Though it may be just for to - day,
Share our love we must, while we may;
How blue the sky, all sweet sur - prise,
Shines be - fore our eyes while we're young.
How blue the sky, all sweet sur - prise,