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To the old me
The fireworks going kaboom
The sky colourfully dusted
With a beauty none can deny
Into the new year, we are bursted
So, why change our calenders
And still remain and live
In captivity, in total surrender ...
The sky colourfully dusted
With a beauty none can deny
Into the new year, we are bursted
So, why change our calenders
And still remain and live
In captivity, in total surrender ...
