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A calendar year which must go

For it brought life to a melancholic low

It’s extinction be near

Let the tumultuous cries turn into cheer

But what if it’s not the turn of a page

That will cause our fates to change

What if the lingering pain will last

What if the skies stay overcast

What if the answer isn’t in the turn of a page

What if the keys are within us for this cage…?