pencilcase
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ever since the beginning of high school I've awaited this day where i would walk out of those school gates for the final time,not ever looking back...however today after finishing my final exam i just wish i could have repeated my life once more and engulfed the memories of the past...where our world did not go exist beyond the walls of the school...and now that we've come here,it feels sad! anyone else feeling the same,or is it just me? ;(
...For all the good memories of the past:
Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged, they're where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part:
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.
ever since the beginning of high school I've awaited this day where i would walk out of those school gates for the final time,not ever looking back...however today after finishing my final exam i just wish i could have repeated my life once more and engulfed the memories of the past...where our world did not go exist beyond the walls of the school...and now that we've come here,it feels sad! anyone else feeling the same,or is it just me? ;(
...For all the good memories of the past:
Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged, they're where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part:
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.
