My English teacher.
Here comes the New Year,
Opened snow-white page.
Air is frosty and clear.
That's an initial stage.
What you will fill this year,
Depends only on you.
Listen and you will hear.
In your soul there's a clue.
If you will do good works,
Christmas Star will light a way.
And believe my meek words:
Happiness will come one day.
New Year
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