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The unseen
where the days were unfolded
books of winter lay on my lap
The passage of time in the
daylight of my college life .
The birds of hue fly
the houses of
where noble life of education is
the built .
The flowers of hem and the
dew of of knowledge that flows across
the midnight of dusk .
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