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It's New Year's Morn


It's New year morn

Bright Sunshine melting the cold

The warmth of growing hope

My new eyes eager to behold.

It's New Year's morn

Time to bury the bygones

But I pluck our memories

A few rights and some wrongs.

Therein lie not so dead memories

Of silent moments Talking.

Speeches lonely, silent

And hours and hours of emptying.

I am burying these with care,

All streams of a parched soul

Hereon, they would be memories

Their treasure, I to myself, would dole.

It's new year's morn

Time to bury the bygones

Let me pluck our memories,

Lyrics for my unsung songs.

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