THE GHOSTS OF COUNCIL HALL PAST Yes, Council Hall lies empty, Its seats so bear and worn;
Another class is leaving, But another class is born. The tablet arms forsaken, The soundroom silent lies, The microphones are quiet, We've said our last good-byes. The Class of '87 Has lived upon this floor, But the Class of '87 Will gather here no more. But the memories still echo From the silent wooden walls, This class will carry memories That cannot be recalled. A new class is timidly waiting, And soon it will arrive. This empty floor will rumble, And Council Hall will come alive!
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