Sometimes we get so busy
That the time just slips away,
And we forget to mention
All the things we want to say –

And so, this special gift
Is meant to be a token
Of thoughts and wishes often felt
But all too seldom spoken.

No grandfather anywhere
Could ever be more dear
Or be loved more than you are
Every day throughout the year...

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