My friends are going home.

                             This is the end.

                             I'll be all alone.

                          The weather's getting cool.

              It used to be hot.  Do I like this?  I do not.

                          I'll need to go back to school.

                         The beach'll be out of reach.  

Many people'll me see want to teach.

                       I used to have a lot more time.  

                Now, I confess, I'll have a whole lot less.


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