I hope this year, really New,
Will one of those in starlet queue
That led in to the ever spring
Of golden Era magic ring.
I wish you in this early year
You won’t be fall into despair.
All those good luck
And flowers pack.
Some times a little money sack.
And true dreams fly
Through limpid sky.
And trouble, sorrow, harm go by.
Straight sudden love,
And sun above,
Your window spring might silver dove.
Enlighten, neat, brisk spirit high
And let your hope would never die.
New Year
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