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"Four-eyes, Four-eyes"

They sing in spite,

Knowing that's a name I despise.

They whine and squeal,

Taunting me and hurting me.

"This cant be true, this can't be real"

My mind would scream.

Then I feel a teardrop on my face,

And I wake up, realising it was another dream...

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