So long a time gone
Behind the flying wings of times
That stringent sounds of passion's tone
In Ayeko echoes a sweetening infant rhymes
A lad ushered where in joy the Ofana's dynasty holds
Through the shores
Of our beautiful father land
Naive of what path fate holds in stores
While caving the lofty future in individual brand
With peers dancing and moulding castles in the air when it rains
This soul shall glow
Hence opened Eracare the floor
Fashioning into beauty the light to flow
FESCO beams light a soul whether rich or poor
And Unizik's tower polishes into beauty once rusty or dusty
Lines are falling in places
Pleasant lines of heart melting rhymes
Serrated in suiting rows and cursive phases
Pouring from nearby lands and far away climes
At last their wishes is to bask you into endless fairness
Lines are falling in places
To pay robust homage for love
To men minding not the varied faces
Fine lines like the beautiful feathers of a dove
The cords of life in love's absence lodge in hollowness
Lines are falling in segments
Baking again this day into beauty
While friends clustered in merriments
To chant in joy songs of times cool and frosty
As the hands of time calls you anew at the threshold of a new year
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