We were once little kids that stuttered,
The little ones who played and chattered;
Now we have grown a bit older,
And we've grown a little bit taller.
Busy school days swiftly rolled over,
With one season after the other;
We clutch the moments sweet and tender,
As we depart from one another.
So now, it's time to leave with a sigh,
For now is the time to say goodbye;
To our beloved Alma Mater,
And to every schoolmate and teacher.
As we descend the stage proudly decked,
With laurels of triumph and honors;
Place those bright garlands around our neck,
And give the sweetest bouquet of flowers.
To far horizons we may travel,
But still in our hearts will always dwell;
Petty memories we loved so well,
So farewell to everyone, farewell.
by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento
The little ones who played and chattered;
Now we have grown a bit older,
And we've grown a little bit taller.
Busy school days swiftly rolled over,
With one season after the other;
We clutch the moments sweet and tender,
As we depart from one another.
So now, it's time to leave with a sigh,
For now is the time to say goodbye;
To our beloved Alma Mater,
And to every schoolmate and teacher.
As we descend the stage proudly decked,
With laurels of triumph and honors;
Place those bright garlands around our neck,
And give the sweetest bouquet of flowers.
To far horizons we may travel,
But still in our hearts will always dwell;
Petty memories we loved so well,
So farewell to everyone, farewell.
by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento
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