Vines of miracle awaits devotees
Indeed we will see you again & again
Vine of faith clogs ones conscience
Aid of sweetness come after any trouble
Pale of celebration can not be trace
Ill feeling of all witness
Today tomorrow and beyond
Sighted by all thy neighbors
Earn your respect from the very beginning
Nightingale awaits merry making atmosphere
In every meeting we remember by then
Oh how we pity those newly promoted
Ring the all bell as they may call
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