The year prepares to say bye,
Here comes the last day with a sigh:
'Pray I for the humanity's high',
Takes birth the 366th with a cry,
The dawn having a sunny try
Over the mist which lie
Silvery still around His 'eye',
Which struggle against the eyed sly.
O new rays upon facets awry,
Would'u make them diamonds? 'Ay'
Says the day's eye,
Oh! The eye from the sky,
Ponder over earthling's vie.
From the time gone by
Gods doth fly
On chariot rays, to lay by
Godhood and get terrestrial tie.
O Dawn, thou doth imply,
Pious start for all and I,
Say as thou a smiling 'hi'
To the love hungry; lover's eye,
And the obstacles face a 'why'
As thou hand over a gyve
For the fates dry.
Thy sunny camp; tight up a guy,
New delicacies thou fry
For the bellies where even the hunger die.
Day, thou handling a key,
To bring fatality to its knee.
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