(i know i graduated in December...but here is some proof.)
(me and the Mother of Mothers - Old Main.)
Pure as the dawn on the brow of thy beauty
Watches thy soul from the mountains of God
Over the fates of thy children departed
Far from the land where their footsteps have trod
Beacon of hope in the ways dreary lighted
Pride of our hearts that are loyal and true
From those who adore unto one who adores us
Mother of Mothers, we siiiing untoo yooouuuuuuuu!
goodnight lovelies.