I always love to cram, Those poetries... I always love to cram, Those poetries...

If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers

Ride forth against the tide, Rise above the surf of challenges, Ride forth against the tide, Rise above the surf of challenges,

Summer sun shines And I melt into poetries. Summer sun shines And I melt into poetries.

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That is a place where my poetries start over. That is a place where my poetries start over.