You learned the lessons that we taught you
You learned to play the game
You polished up your principles
And learned to speak our name
We are the Deans in the hall
We guide you on your way
We build the walls to keep the chaos out
And monitor what you say
And should you bite the hand that feeds
And scorn the map for all your needs
Then this assembly finds you... ceased
Exemplars... dismissed.
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