Why do I hate my homework?
It is a pest like a brother
Or a sister of another
It is like a very boring book
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Am I loved?
I don’t know
I am I thought about in someone’s mind
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One day I was thinking in bed.
Who will console me after I’m dead?
Who will lend a shoulder for me to lie on?
Who will remember me after I am all gone?
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Sydney. Is beauty at its best
Sydney. Never puts kindness to a rest
Sydney. She always stops to care
She keeps on going whatever she bears
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