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Happy New YearHaunted by acts of my own freedom Agony and grief have visited this kingdom People in power have robbed me freedom People in hunger have looted without reason Year is gone, year has come New things still remain dreams to come Even a peaceful slumber is still a dream to come Waking this day was just another wake Year is gone, year has come Even a peaceful slumber is still a dream to come After this, another year will come Really fresh, with fresh forms of crime Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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