What's wrong with you little girl
What's wrong with you
They tell me at school
And they ask me at home
And until now I suddenly knew
When I saw the list go by
br/>And she was not present
The one with the blue backpack
With sleepy eyes
She left me with great anxiety
And low grades
I don't even want to go out at recess
br/>I don't have fun for anything
I can't read or write
I miss his gaze
I remember his colors remain
The pages of the notebook say loves of blurs
I would like to look at her desk
Because if she doesn't come back, my classroom will be very sad
The one with the blue backpack
With sleepy eyes
She left me with great anxiety
And low grades
I don't even want to go out at recess
I don't have fun for anything
I can't read or write
I need your gaze

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