"You always look so proper,"
but I'm only twenty-one.
"You always know the anwser,"
But I'm younger then you all.
"You're so kind and gentle,"
"You're so warm to touch,"
"You're voice is so soft and tender,"
yet I still sleep with just my books.
"You're such a good guy,
to help that grandma with her bags,
to help that kid learn to read,
to do everything you're asked,"
still I sit alone...
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