Blow down text, is transmute of our actions into scripture
Urgency! Does not impede my conceive from ample rapture
They posses perpetual carnival and uttered coaxing attitude
Even! we besought trivial and groggy twilight magnitude
They strived to prescribe us in a magical way as sorcerer
Even if we used to be slouched, they refrain our future mar,
They conciliated our hearts by the glue of zest and sobriety
It is our obstinacy, to endure those ado bids with real fidelity
Urgency is the question and Answer is my mortal expiration
I don't feel it scorn and contempt but bound to abide tradition
Hope! This trend remains plainness with a virtue manufacture
As it omen with pleasure in acquaintance of we and our teacher
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