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It's New Year's Morn

New Year It's New year morn Bright Sunshine melting the cold The warmth of growing hope My new eyes eager to behold. It's New Year's morn Time to bury the bygones But I pluck our memories A few rights and some wrongs. Therein lie not so dead memories Of silent moments Talking. Speeches lonely, silent And hours and hours of emptying. I am burying these with care, All streams of a parched soul Hereon, they would be memories Their treasure, I to myself, would dole. It's new year's morn Time to bury the bygones Let me pluck our memories, Lyrics for my unsung songs.