Our long heard cry, Carpe Diem, seize the day,
Living deep, sucking the marrow of life as we may.
Out of the sitting crowd some got up to stand,
Out of the shyest room some grew bold and raised a hand.
Against conformity, against the grain,
Desolating formality, Artists were we in plain.
"Oh, Captain, my captain!!!" We sail the turbulent wind,
You found us only boys, but made us men.
Freethinkers are we, the proud few you see,
Of one accord are we, the Dead Poets Society.
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