Those many years ago,

The corroded gates opened before me

I took my first steps into the unknown:

Who was to know what await me

In the mysterious jungle ahead

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I remember many pale faces

Of anxious children unknown,

I remember many places yet

Uncharted, unexplored

I remember the fragrant wisteria

That bloomed in the springtime,

And the grassy plains that flourished

Beneath the summer sky

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I remember the archaic figtree

Who would whisper her exultant song

And the majestic morning crows,

Who woke the weary sun

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In these few days remaining,

The corroded gates open before me

I take my final steps into the known:

Who is to know what awaits me

In that mysterious jungle ahead

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The teachers I knew,

The textbooks that wrought me,

The changes I felt and

Friendships abundant

Forever shall I carry

The flame of passion within me,

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Always shall I heed,

The voice of courage that compels me

To take this mighty journey:

The Path of Return.