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Only now I started to find out,

That we have come to the line.

In the calendar I cross out,

Like holidays which have passed by.

No, I’m not used to be broken,

To cry about day which have gone,

We will be more than once again woken

On crest like a fish in a pond.

Old age has come insensibly,

Let the orchestra play its best,

To symbolize, of course,

That we should have a rest.

We will not portray patriots,

Everything has its time and place.

We should give away our governance,

The youth is striding ahead!