You are given a short poem which is written by a kid. Your task is to predict if the kid is in elementary school or high school. Anyone who is from grade 1st to 6th-grade will be considered as in elementary school, and 7th to 12th-grade kids will be considered as in high school. There are only two possible outputs, i.e., elementary and high. All inputs have at least one output and it cannot have both categories at a time.

Q: there be unicorn and horse wallaby and mors there be salamaders and newt snewts and smartamanders there be kitten in mitten there be macaw dog with mud ball and unknown thing with hairy paw there be creepy frog with huge mogs there be huge shark with enormous jaw there be animajaws with candy jaw there be canamals and tanisaws there be anigis that live in cangi there be bookalaws and nancals i like all the animal i 'm sorry the poem have to end i 've run out of idea so good-bye that 's the end

A: elementary
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Q: one from you three from me be i really what you say you see five from nine eight from five it become a chore for u to speak tonight one not two think of you write in red live in blue grow up not go out be it cool to ask you out today my heart tomorrow the world bring yourself to ask out this girl

A: high
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Q: all my life i be lonely and felt out of place my whole life not once do i ever feel safe now a i get old and the day pas by i slowly wish that i would die my love have fade and my souls grown cold but i know deep inside that i get ta stay bold every day i 'm lock up in a place that do n't help every night i lie down and feel my tear melt my family do n't know about my every day pain they have no clue that i 'm slowly goin insane my trust have go low and my heart have grow weak nobody understand the depression i speak nobody see the love that i seek i 'm slowly die in way they do n't know i 'm slowly die in way i do n't show with the minute that pas my pain get bad i feel my whole life be just one big curse my best friend disappear with out a trace and my mother feel that i 'm a disgrace i try and i try and get no result it 's not my fault i act on impulse the pain in my heart cant top the pain in my soul every day i look into the mirror and stare into eye the color of coal i wish i could make you see the thing i see i wish i could make you feel the thing i feel at least this way you 'll know that my pain be for real

A:
high
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