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Painful infatuation The only escape is Transcendence of the human situation Finding love, illusory promises of elation
To be a Trojan, To be a Beaver, To be a Jacket, To be a Lancer. What shall I be?
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