You put us in mold,
Dear Alma Mater
You hold the future
In this race against time
Through the years in your folds
We nurture our dreams
Our promise to you
The toast is for you

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Dear Alma Mater
You have given us arms
For the battles of life
And the conquest of our dreams.

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Oh, dear AMA
You have sharpened our minds
We will triumph by which
The toast is for you

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The light up ahead is victory foreseen
With noble desires we behold its gleam
Our motherland lays her hopes on the youth
The future that we hold
Is her hope that unfolds.