It'll be hard to forget eleven years by your side.
Now I just want to run away, I just want to say goodbye, but when you won't be here, I'll sit down and cry.
I'll remember everything: the tears, the joy, the good and the bad.
I'll see the years that went by, just like a movie in my mind and I'll remember all my friends, all the fights and funny things, all the stuff that I learned and all the teachers that I met, but above all I'll remember you:
My school, my home, my playground
(According to http://iwl.me this texts looks like one from Cory Doctorow)
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