To no School belonging
Untied
No strings on
Watching yet
And
Seeing yet
All the School Fountains brimming
Their waters cascading:
I see
I see
Scent the liquids
Yet drink not as I drank before
To be untied
No strings on
Watching yet
And singing - my Soul singing!
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