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The mix -er.
 There seems to be
 No common fix-er And the problem keeps multiplying As soon as I start writing
 My name down
 On that sheet.   With my friends
Painful infatuation    The only escape is    Transcendence of the human situation   Finding love, illusory promises of elation  
A bird taking flight Is what I will feel A string on me tightly None to my appeal My thoughts blow me away From true friends to miss I feel I’m halfway Gone from the great kiss
Good luck at college My friends you will always be May life bring you smile
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