PAS helps us grow

PAS 1 shows the financial way, PAS 7 shows the cash we pay. PAS 10, events we know, PAS 12, taxes help us grow. PAS 16, plants and tools, PAS 19, benefits are the rules. PAS 23, borrowing’s clear, PAS 24, related ones appear. PAS 27, statements that stand, PAS 28, ventures hand in hand. PAS 32, instruments we show, PAS 34, interim reports we know. PAS 41, farming is key, These are the PAS, as you can see!

(Verse 1) Abang botak jaga sorum di pinggir jalan, Mobil bekas semua, tapi dijual dengan senyuman. Kepalanya licin, kinclong kayak beling, Katanya, “Beli mobil ini, dijamin gak pusing!” (Chorus) Abang botak sorum mobil bekas, Kepalanya mulus, dompetnya tebal jelas. Mobil tua jadi kelihatan keren, Dijual murah, tapi garansi belum tentu aman! (Verse 2) “Ini mobil bekas, tapi kayak baru!” Padahal mesin suka batuk, kalau di jalan mendadak ngadu. Abang botak bilang, “Ini mobil idaman,” Padahal pas ngerem, remnya malah jalan pelan-pelan. (Chorus) Abang botak sorum mobil bekas, Kepalanya mulus, gayanya pun keras. Mobil berkilat, harga miring katanya, Tapi di jalan, suka bikin deg-degan juga! (Bridge) Pelanggan datang, langsung disambut lebar, Katanya, “Bawa pulang aja, pasti jadi pilar!” Botak kinclong dan senyumnya lebar, Tapi pas nyoba jalan, knalpot malah ngebar! (Chorus) Abang botak sorum mobil bekas, Kepalanya mulus, dompetnya tebal jelas. Mobil tua jadi kelihatan keren, Meski suaranya mirip mesin mesin cuci mesin rusak! (Outro) Jadi kalau beli mobil di sorum si abang, Jangan lupa cek mesin, jangan cuma senang. Abang botak memang jualan dengan gaya, Mobil bekasnya legendaris di seluruh kota!

Title: “Backroads and Memories” Verse 1: Driving down these old backroads, Dust kicks up, the wind blows slow. I see the barn where we first kissed, Now it’s just a place that I miss. Chorus: But I still hear your laugh in the summer rain, Feel your hand in mine as we danced through the pain. Though you’re gone, this heart still believes, In the love we shared, and those sweet memories. Verse 2: The porch light flickers like your smile, I close my eyes, drift back for a while. With your blue dress swaying in the moonlight, We promised forever that one July night. Bridge: Time rolls on, seasons fade, But some things in the heart always stay. No matter where I go or where I’ve been, I find myself here, wishing for you again. Chorus: Cause I still hear your laugh in the summer rain, Feel your hand in mine as we danced through the pain. Though you’re gone, this heart still believes, In the love we shared, and those sweet memories. Outro: Driving down these old backroads alone, You’re the one place that still feels like home.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

[Chorus] CPCTC, it’s a rule that you should know, CPCTC, it tells you where the sides go, CPCTC, it’s a postulate so true, CPCTC, congruent triangles, too! [Verse 1] Young mathematician, there’s a rule you must recall, When triangles are congruent, you can use it for it all! You match the sides and angles, see the parts are the same, CPCTC’s here, and it’s part of the game! [Chorus] CPCTC, it’s a rule that you should know, CPCTC, it tells you where the sides go, CPCTC, it’s a postulate so true, CPCTC, congruent triangles, too! [Verse 2] Now you’ve got two triangles, and they’re congruent, right? By the CPCTC rule, they’re equal in every sight! All the corresponding angles match, And every side is equal, it’s a perfect match! [Chorus] CPCTC, it’s a rule that you should know, CPCTC, it tells you where the sides go, CPCTC, it’s a postulate so true, CPCTC, congruent triangles, too! [Bridge] When you prove congruence, you’ve got the right technique, Now, CPCTC helps when you’re feeling weak! It’s the final step in your proof, don’t forget, With corresponding parts, you’re set! [Chorus] CPCTC, it’s a rule that you should know, CPCTC, it tells you where the sides go, CPCTC, it’s a postulate so true, CPCTC, congruent triangles, too! [Outro] CPCTC, CPCTC, We love congruent triangles, can’t you see?

Verse 1 In a village veiled by mist and stone, A blacksmith’s daughter, quiet, unknown. Her hands, though worn, bore strength unbound, Her spirit fierce, her gaze profound. Each strike of iron, a hidden beat, Of royal blood, masked in the heat. Chorus O, daughter of fire, forged in grace, Bound by a life no crown could trace, With embers bright and secrets deep, Destiny stirred where shadows sleep. Verse 2 Then came a night, thick with dread, A king lay cold, his line near dead. The nobles scrambled, sought an heir, Yet truth lay silent, breathing air. A rider came with tales of old, A hidden daughter, fierce and bold. Chorus O, daughter of fire, forged in grace, A silent flame in a hollowed place, From humble hands to kingdom’s call, The blacksmith’s child would rule them all. Bridge Through castle halls she walked unknown, A queen of iron, claimed her throne. But crowns are cold, and power fades, And hearts grow heavy, bound by blades. In silent nights, she missed the fire, The forge’s warmth, her first desire. Verse 3 The years wore on, her heart grew gray, For iron hardens, dreams decay. With no child born, her blood would end, A lonely reign, no heir to send. Her kingdom safe, yet she alone, A queen by right, a heart of stone. Final Chorus O, daughter of fire, lost to time, A throne of sorrow, steeped in grime. She fades to dust, her tale unsaid, A queen without a tear to shed. Outro And when the people spoke her name, They mourned a heart they could not claim. For in her rise, her soul was lost— The iron queen who paid the cost.

Long days, tired eyes, but they never show, Mom and Dad with hearts of gold, we know. Building a world with calloused hands, They’ve given us dreams, a future so grand. Every step we take, they’re there behind, Believing in us, their faith unkind. They believe in us, through the highs and lows, Mom and Dad, they’re the strength we know. For an 18-year-old boy, a 22-year-old girl, They gave us wings to face this world. Mom’s gentle words, Dad’s steady hand, Showing us the way to understand, That hard work and love can pave the way, Through every challenge, come what may. We may stumble, we may fall, But they lift us up through it all. With every lesson, every prayer, They’re the reason we dare to care. They believe in us, through the highs and lows, Mom and Dad, they’re the strength we know. For an 18-year-old boy, a 22-year-old girl, They gave us wings to face this world. So here’s to the love they’ve given so strong, Through each step, we’ll carry it along. Mom and Dad, you’re our guiding light, Believing in us with all your might.

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