With flowers I bid thee adieu
The year gone by with bittersweet memories,
And the year that touched with crescendo
And the year that let me be
Man of valor and man of no straw,
And man of manliness, and man of heroic conscience,
And the man who the distance saw,
Saw, for example, the magic of science.
With colors and flowers,
With mosaic and pattern,
Comes the year with fervors
To yet in deep ambition be sown,
To see through fun and joy the life
And consign to oblivion all the dark
To come and pass off and be rife
With sounds of wren and lark.
To imagine world yet to unfold,
To create fun, joy and love,
Of silver and of gold
To feel all high and all above.
Come on year, come, gliding down the hill,
Come up year, come, like spring
Let me to the deepest feel
Nothing bad that shrinks
But hold all that is upto sky
To fly up the sky high.
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