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Walking up, with a burden on my head Eyes, devoid of sleep Hands are shaking, brain's not brainin Oh dear exam, why thou come, why thou need to step in? Feeling worthless like the romantic Wordsworth Oh dear SB, give me marks, give me peace, now it's getting on my skin! Let me be the nightingale, freeze me like the lovers, Let me play the pipe, let me be the urn Let me, be timeless, shapeless, grant me the *poeticity* of Keats!
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