Goodbye o year!
'Twas tinged with fear,
your lonesome start
with an empty heart.
Yet months did fly
And friends came by,
To help and care
Not point and stare.
And lovers too
Some old, some new
They gave me hope
To climb this slope.
New roads I found
That were quite sound.
I'm moving along
And singing my song.
So now I'm here,
With quite good cheer
Awaiting a great
Two-thousand and eight!
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