foolishness
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Oh! My classmets, where it will be ending,
When teacher met, are very noising,
If are being cought, are just pretending,
If teacher tought, are just sleeping.
It’s strange, isn’t it?
Its warmth is needed for survival
But as soon as you reach toward it
As soon as you try to look at it a little more closely
You get burned
You're blinded
Clandestinely cascading--
The entire, pitiful, centerfold
That I consider to be a sympathetic heart
