As the snowflakes flutter down
and my boots crunch the icy ground,

As street artists string their violin
and the angels don't weep, but sing

As children run around
in laughter and glee,
and happiness and bliss
is all I can see

I seem to hear those songs again
from days so long ago
and can't help but wonder when
they all will know

that Love is every sound,
it's in every we do

I wish you a good Old and a much better New

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