Do you understand

He very often truant from school, my child!
Somehow hard to answer?
Half of the approximately three months to the
The remaining days ride away.

He walks around the sweet escape ladder
View looking flowers butterfly watching the cloud
Late cold rice bowl of India,
Poetry sprinkled throughout lounging bed.

His poetry full of romance,
All the good-looking sister aesthetic beauty
But she is the most beautiful one,
He wished ngieu Me singing bureaucracy.

Me secretly crush to ask where,
Every day the class met.
Met her at another place,
Sad to non-relatives dance downstairs.

Suppose he was to die,
Did you know you can get it
Having to sit next to me complaining
Royal line of wet sad mi.

Thinking so he will not die
Death and grief she does not miss
Back to mourn for the other guy
What do I know deep grave.

So he kept truant again,
Sneak away today then tomorrow
Do you understand? Why do not you answer,
It's not because he likes to roam.

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