A flight of steps up,
One down is yesterday
Imagine, we can hail
A song and take a ride
Back to the alma mater
Where no candles go unlit
Imagine, we can take
A vacation to the past
Whenever we want to
And meet all the others
Returning there like us
Hoping to defer death,
On the terrace sometimes
We own the sky, the quiet
Suffuses our being
And the stars remind us
What we are made of.
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