Oh Teacher, Oh Teacher


There are so many things I could say

But I don't know the price I would pay

My heart will be warm all year

In watching you move in what you wear


How can I think

When I don't even want to blink

I dread the coming summer

Without you will be a bummer


I will miss you more than ever

When I graduate, I will yearn you forever


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