The twilight zone of so-called time
Drags the old year to renew
A charge echoes a wistful chime
A cry of breaking through
Nature messages hurricanes
Some matters of eternal weight
Sowing wishes full of gains
To change that deadly rate
The woe-dark mystery of night
Unveils what never dies
Some heavenly and glorious bright
Renewing pulses arise
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The honours, my dear friends
To perform life to e-tern-I-ty
Is on us, transitorians, it depends
Mykey
