In Admiralty the tents align, road by road
Line up alongside the slope, like a summer camp where the kids go
Holding umbrella in yellow, row by row
Like a golden mushroom field showing off their soul
Young men and women stay in the tents, road by road
Singing out their claims, like a choir expressing their feelings in concert show
My dear young fellows, your voices are well listened by all people, row by row
Please leave the tents and go back to classrooms, for what you're getting use to do so
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