| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Across the theatre, the classroom,There is a boy I had a crush onAnd seeing him today, wonder if I still do,And I turn my head to look at him in the dark, see the outlineThink I hear him laughImagine us in future classes curved in darkness togetherhaBehind me, is a girl, a friend,We both confided our crushes at the same timeThis is bound to be awkward.The light is too dim to write my notesAbout ca
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