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It's one thing that he's an old character, but at least yesterday was 4/20
There's a lump arising in his throat, tears streaming down his face;
He wandered from his playmates, for he didn't want to hear
Their shouts of merry laughter, since the world has lost its cheer;
He has sipped the cup of sorrow; he has drained the bitter glass,
And his heart is breaking; he's the boy who didn't pass. The little fellow sits alone in deep disgrace,
There's a lump arising in his throat, tears streaming down his face;
He wandered from his playmates, for he didn't want to hear
Their shouts of merry laughter, since the world has lost its cheer;
He has sipped the cup of sorrow; he has drained the bitter glass,
And his heart is breaking; he's the boy who didn't pass.