Such are the Ateneo days

Such are the days that pass me by,
Such are the days that make me sigh.
Such are the days that make me blue,
Such are the days when I think of you.
Such are the days that seem too cold,
Such are the days that talk of old.
Such are the days that I don't care,
Such are the days that make me swear.
Such are the days that make me laugh,
Such are the days spent in the caf.
Such are the days that speak of endless torture,
Such are the days of blue moon pleasure.
Such are the days that college will bring,
Such are the days in the end of Spring.
Such are the days in the Ateneo,
Such are the days of the Fabilioh!