For It is for you so
of stone
Since I have done
so by the hundreds
each day such
comes to pass
Over whelm my mind
the world of the past
which is now
soon the morrow
will be
Without the Teacher's
the children will falter
great heavy burden
upon those shoulders
Teaching of all the kids
most parent's no
envolvement
first to complain
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