I thought I would just laze around
Listening to music, truly abound;
To all my wishes and my wants
Just me and only me expound.
I thought I had that liberty
But lo my mind deceived me;
I had planned to carousal
But then I could not rest in peace.
Machine, that’s me would sit not still
And all but just in all goodwill;
Have aim in mind, to contrive
The future of the sphere trill.
And then I knew, my joy was where
It is in the midst of youthful fair,
The school is where my heart abounds..........
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