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From one day to the next, The clock keeps ticking.  However I think I've been hexed
I want to shine like a star Go far, to be close to one's old self is too closed Minded, I have a hope, been on the down slopes Now I'm on a roll, I'm sure I have a path
Just the other day I realized what it was. It wasn't being old, being mean, or sitting in the back of the bus. It wasn't trashing the school, or stealing all you can, It was helping a freshman, find a hidden trash can.
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