In those days
We made haste
We were never late
To get a taste
Our efforts not crowned yet
And our goals wasn't set
Our strength was wasted
And our aims, exhausted
But we still keep aiming
To the highest no resting
One day we will be smiling
When our strives will be efficiently counting
I pledge my zeal with the water of wisdom
I drank a cup from the river of the zealous
Then my heart became tenacious
And my minds, so pious
Now emerges, the optimistic future
With the signs of bright features
Fortunes, i seek emerges with a mission
To overcome with beautiful measures
The signs indicating fortunes
And my heart bumping bubbles
Profited is it my zealous struggles
With pleasures and victory in a rows of double.
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