my teacher
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First.
It’s you who taught me how to read,
Who taught me how to write,
Who taught me much of what I know,
And tucked me in at night.
Second.
You were my teacher and my friend,
I lost my will to live
but I didn’t want to die.
Talking about Ethan Frome,
and Poe’s dear “Annabel Lee”,
I met Mr. Pound in the “Station at the Metro”,
