Who is not crying in the noise
Will lay silent in the silence
Remembering the passing
Of a year mutely cruel,

And who hasn’t decided who
To love next will walk briskly
Past statues of altneu loves
To a year lovely full,

Who celebrates in the winter
Lighting candles for miracles,
While blowing the ones for
A year brightly lived,

Will be casting new sights
Over a path travelled,
And a path to a young year
Where to newly be born.

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