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THE END OF YEAR,
IS HERE AT LAST,
HOURS TURN TO MINUTES.
THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE,
THE BOOK DOES CLOSE,
THE LAST IS NOW THE PAST.
THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE,
THE BOOK DOES OPEN,
PAGES ARE ALL BLANK.
WHAT WILL BE WRITTEN,
THAT FILL THE PAGES,
NO ONE KNOWS FOR SURE.
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STRIKE OF TWELVE
STRIKE OF TWELVE
