Last call

Not & nbsp; believe  even!  How  is it & nbsp; possible,
 What is the most & nbsp; last & nbsp; call & nbsp; will sound?
 And & nbsp; happy & nbsp; to me, & nbsp; and & nbsp; a little & nbsp; anxious,
 And & nbsp; on & nbsp; one, & nbsp; two, & nbsp; three & nbsp; my  heart & nbsp; is pounding.
               Eleven  classes.& nbsp; Eleven  years. 
             I   as  first-grader  spring & nbsp; bouquet
             in   hand  pinch, & nbsp; under & nbsp; feet & nbsp; look,
             and   even,  worried,  a little   tremble.
               Eleven  classes.& nbsp; Eleven  years
         & nbsp; & nbsp; Hastened & nbsp; to & nbsp; lessons, & nbsp; now & nbsp; already & nbsp;- & nbsp; no.
     & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; and & nbsp; here, & nbsp; surrounded by & nbsp; dear & nbsp; friends
               farewell&Nbsp; to  my favorite  school .
 The whole life of  ran through  in  head  for  a minute.
 Lightly  hand & nbsp; mother & nbsp; makes & nbsp; sign,
 Worth,  but  with  handkerchief  have  eyes  for some reason.
 Sorry, & nbsp; if  something  I  did  not  so.
               Eleven  classes. Eleven years....
 His & nbsp; teachers  for  all & nbsp; grateful,
 And  what  I  was given,  I  will  keep.
 It's time to & nbsp; go,  but & nbsp; say goodbye  not & nbsp; necessary:
 See you & nbsp; soon  on  evening & nbsp; meetings.
               Eleven  classes. Eleven years.