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When June arrives one cannot rest, | |
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having learnt too little. | |
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The brain remains sealed every night, | |
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and no notes can be poured into the memory. | |
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The examination system still exists, | |
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only the syllabus changes. | |
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There is so much sadness to have exam every year, | |
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and eyes are filled with tears for every ultimate failure. |