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Opening Day

   Opening Day! 

      Up with the sun
      I'm on my way,     
      Rushing to my school, 
      It's the opening day !
        
      Holidays are over 
      But I'm not at all sad. 
      Would you like to know 
       What makes me so glad ?

        New shoes,  new bag,
        My uniform is new; 
        New books, new class, 
        A new class-teacher too! 

        So everything is new 
        And that is really fine. 
        Yet, What's old, and goods as gold
         Are the good old friends of mine!   

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