<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493976" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Class Of 2011</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i get lost in their calls, <br>they were so gentle in their pleas<br>i got swayed into a dance of the masses<br>i gave in<br>went down that tower of ivory<br>and told myself<br>from now own<br>there will be no more standards<br>nothing strict<br>but simply a camaraderie<br>a familiarity<br>a letting go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they shall be judged by themselves<br>in their own standards<br>and it will be too sweeping and<br>annihilating</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the end, it is the self and nothing more<br>that suffers upon its own negligence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493976" data-title="The Class Of 2011 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i get lost in their calls, they were so gentle in their pleas i got swayed into a dance of the masses i gave in went down that tower of ivory and told myself from now own there will be no more standards nothing strict but simply a camaraderie a f..."></div> </div> </div>

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