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When my teacher passed

It reminds me of my past

The thought of it makes me sad

I see it wasn’t all that bad

She taught me to spell

It was all so swell

But as we go along

I say so long

As I think of good memories

We share a good bond

It makes me shine

She taught me to round

It is such a pleasant sound

As I walk across the ground

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