When shall we meet again, my friends, who knows?
Those days of laughter, now a fading rose.
Our hearts lament, to comrades, we confess,
"I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days,
I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days."
Remember lectures, skipped with youthful glee?
Proxies caught, a tangled history.
The notes we shared, a hurried, scribbled plea,
Submissions late, a final, frantic decree.
Exam's shadow, three hours' weary fight,
Then, stepping out, "The paper was a blight!"
Sometimes a first, sometimes a failing score,
Those carefree days will grace our lives no more.
Our hearts still cry, to comrades near and far,
"I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days,
I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days."
Teachers, cherished, in our hearts reside,
This campus world, where dreams and spirits ride.
This haven's echo, always will abide,
"I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days,
I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days."
"I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days."
"I'm really gonna miss this place,
Gonna miss my college days."
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