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Dear mister professor, I take notes in your lecture
grey hallways, close us in, trapping our imagination ,  trained to fight, trained to win, similar to prison, I wish it weren't true, wondering about what awaits for me in the big wide blue,
You make me sickAll you do is complainCan you say something that will stick?Or just try to even explain
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