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Three days until the last year

of my undergraduate degree

But you won't see a tear

when I'm finally free.

School will never end for me.

Life is all about learning.

But my soul is thirsty

for a bit less mourning

of summer nights

and winter break

of forgetting to cite

and trips to bear lake.

College is alright I suppose

But I prefer a different classroom.

In the lectures, I only doze

and dream of life in full bloom.

of grad school research

and weekend vacations

of all the mosaics in a church

and travelling the nations

of mountains in march

and art for generations.

Let me touch every cathedral

Worship in every temple

Climb every mountain

and love all the people.

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