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come this weekend
The days are long,
The classes are slow,
The evneings are quiet,
The nights are black,
Then you do it all again...
But when the weekend starts,
We relax in the day,
We forget the classes,
We fill the air with noise,
We light up the night...
Then its back to the long days,
The slow classes,
The quiet evneings,
And the black nights,
Till the weekend comes again.
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