School to me
Every year is a new beginning
A time to flourish and show skills
A time for you team to start winning
And doing homework that kills
Where every year reflects on the last
Where everyone has stories to tell
And making friends that will last
With bad grades that hurt like hell
Where you meet you first love
Gaizing into those beautiful eyes
As if they were an angel from above
So lucious that a man cries
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