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A universe of the curious mind let’s behold.

A unique place to cure, to learn, to belief.

A place to dwell a place to nurture and uphold.

A place where diverse dwell to follow one belief.

The young the wise together like a beautiful blossom.

The joy, the pain, the happiness in one Cosmo.

The wise, a fine wine for its young bridegroom.

The dream it falls, it blossoms, like a season rose.

Time is tedious in the boring class,

Yet too nimble in better days.

Time in its season will show the memories of the last,

Unbeknownst wishing for holidays.

You will be missed.

I will be missed.