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THE OLD YEAR COMES TO A CLOSE
The old year comes to a close.
Where New Year leads, no one knows.
We wait for the midnight sound,
kisses, greetings go around.
Full of hope, people join hands,
Auld Lang Syne sung in the lands
as fireworks light up the sky
as New Year's minutes tick by.
Normally squares are a-crowd,
people will mix, sing out loud,
make townscapes throb vibrantly
in a communal party.
Present COVID infections
have brought on us restrictions.
Knowing this, take it from me:
'Celebrate responsibly'.
Where New Year leads, no one knows.
We wait for the midnight sound,
kisses, greetings go around.
Full of hope, people join hands,
Auld Lang Syne sung in the lands
as fireworks light up the sky
as New Year's minutes tick by.
Normally squares are a-crowd,
people will mix, sing out loud,
make townscapes throb vibrantly
in a communal party.
Present COVID infections
have brought on us restrictions.
Knowing this, take it from me:
'Celebrate responsibly'.
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