H arbingers of happiness, awake! A nd dreams abandoned, return from restless sleep! P ast hopes, which bitter wanderers forsake, P romise once again what will might reap! Y ears turn and turn, at each new turn reborn, N ew imagined by redeemers new, E ach in turn vouchsafed a festive dawn, W ind driven towards a sky of darker hue. Y earning is of innocence a cause, E mbracing with delight what ought to be, A s once a year even truth takes pause, R eflecting on what other eyes might see.
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