Star of the school
Dry life becomes old
In the grass of Parala
In the morning when the dew clusters bear fruit
Star of the school goes into hiding
Between the dawn lines
In the surrounding constellations
The light is still on
To the head
With many eyes lit.
The way
Not to mention,
Some star may be dead by now
But its light never fades.
Teacher....
Very nice dr❤
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