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We met when we were small,
When we were lining up beside a wall.
Our teacher said that your hair was very strange,
So she asked you to change.
The next day you had your new hair,
The same as my hair.
Our hair was like mushrooms,
And we walked into the classroom.
I never shared my food,
But you were never rude.
My pen ran out of ink,
You lent me yours without a blink.
We went to different secondary schools,
And I miss you.
I wish you all the best,
Don’t push yourself too hard, take some time to rest.