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As I think about waking
to a new dawn,
and start.
I remember the summer suns,
last set.
Iremember the clouds,
that soared overhead.
I remember sitting in a quite yard,
feeling the sun beat down on my back.
And as I tuck myself in,
And gaze through my window,
at the last summer sun.
And hear the last cry,
of the summer birds.
I think,
what will this new year,
have in store?
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