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I haven't had a chance to say farewell

To all those sunny afternoons and days;

I still can see that sweetly winding dell.



Still that was not a memory I'd sell,

The trips we'd made, the wry recursive ways;

I haven't had the chance to say farewell.



As brightly as a stalwart ringing bell

I feel that tepid touch of the sun's rays;

I still can see that sweetly winding dell.



I'll not forget that mighty log that fell

Straight through the recitations of my lays;

I haven't had a chance to say farewell.



I see the body from above a well,

See how he cries out, how he prays and prays;

I can still see that sweetly winding dell.



I've wandered out to solitary quays,

Looked out at shoals and widely shining bays;

I haven't had the chance to say farewell.

I still can see that sweetly winding dell.