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At the end of December, a fresh page unfurls,Indistinct voices from within now heardAs the clock strikes midnight, hope dances in a different lightNew days breathe, let the colors in you ignite, In the arms of tomorrow, whispers of change,In the dark, hide no longer, leave your thoughts unchainedAt the stroke of the clock, a chapter begins,There is again a vacant room to dream, The past is…
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