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Long before the doors have opened,
long before the flag has risen,
and long before the bells have rung,
by fate, we've been chosen.

When bridges became grounds,
when canteens became comfort zones,
and when stress became a joke,
I felt happiness deep within the bones.

The textbooks squeezed our minds,
but we kept absorbing the spilled inks.
The chairs kept us down,
but we never lost our links.

The friendship had shattered,
but we managed to be built again.
The emotions had bullied us,
but they'll never win--we're more than ten.

We all moved up.
Some had left
but remained in our hearts,
'cause they're more than a gift.

We may be so young,
we may be so sentimental,
but each of us grew...
but this year of us is vital.

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