That hunk of steel,
Will carry you safely,
To your new world.
Full of green fields,
Cliffs of sandstone,
Rivers of whiskey and beer.
You have three years,
Studying to be the best,
Filling minds with success.
We've missed some kisses,
Wished on many wishes,
Now dreams are coming true.
They say tomorrow is uncertain,
But that is not entirely true,
My tomorrows keep pointing to you.
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