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Music: The Scent
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beautiful the turning of the year! A moment artificial yet profound: Point upon an arbitrary chart Passing like a breath upon the heart, Yearning with anticipation wound, New hope new harbored in old-fashioned cheer. Even when the boundary line is clear, We recognize the oneness of the ground. Years, like circles, do not end or start Except we lay across their truth our art, Adjusting dates as they go round and round Revolving to a tune long sung and dear. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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