I aint no record of bygone times…
To flee away from the air of wintry hymn…
I am a saga that might not repeat …
Yet stands still competing eras of cleat…
They kept filling my traits throughout…
Overlooking my golden sprout…
Hey! Did you ever watch the scorching sun?
Does it have a say to undone!
I aint no sun with lost warmth of night…
I am a saga with a grounded site…
Even if you abolish my fame….
I still live in my name….
I have strength to bear the loss…
Living with changes correcting flaws!
I have been baptized as scholars history
So specified yet a mystery …
I AM PROUD OF YOU...
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