Graduation
The End. Not of forever, but only the year.
The End is the Beginning. The ritual of Tears.
These halls were your domain. Them, you did roam.
But now, like a bird, it is time to leave home.
Remember us fondly as you go out.
We'll see you off with Tears, and see you off with shouts.
A million memories in these halls.
And your minds retain it all.
A million Tears that must be shed.
A million things left undone and unsaid.
But we shall remember you in all of our hearts.
For this is not goodbye, not on our part.
Go out and be free, but do not forget,
That you are a thread in a tightly weaved net.
That net is our school.
That net is our bond.
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