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Remember of the days back in the classroom
Of wasted time which travelled for so long
I'm going to the house of missis Marshall
She tells me if I'm right or if I'm wrong
I got flying to the sky
Until I die
Together we will spend a hearty evening
And I will try to work out what I mean
So pleasant is to hear the same old answer
That I am wrong and I have always been
Remember of the days back in the classroom
Of wasted time which travelled for so long
I'm going back to kill this missis Marshall
So that noone could tell me that I'm wrong
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