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schoolboy
if only one day it could be
the cutest schoolboy telling me
after school and staying late
sir, it's sciences i hate
i can't tell a root from a square
all that you teach about in there
in my dreams i travel far
discovering a newborn star
i want to know all about space
how constellations interlace
he babbles on with shyish smile
my heart stops beating for a while
would you teach me after school
i don't want to stay a fool
anxious he awaits my voice
so cute, so soft, i have no choice
reality is harsh and cold
he is young and i am old
he leaves the building, muscles tense
shouting in adolescence
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