You always wanted to fly.
With wings that soar,
through clouds that clings.
A pilot,
a hwa chong boy you wanted to be.
Congrats,
on the first dream that became reality.
Look forward,
Hwa Chong isn't everything.
I wonder how you are.
Do you even know how close we are each day?
Your school being next to mine.
So near yet so far.
I want to extend my hand of friendship to you.
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