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Yesterday was but another year
Yesterday was but a blot, a mark, a smear
Memories, shame, successes before
Yesterday, a mirror to what is in store

Days, eighteen score and five
Days, when you felt mostly alive
Yesterday, we toasted all of them so
Yesterday, we watched them all go…

Work, play, all stories in the way
Of whatever pleased you yesterday
And flashes of failure, of losses and tears
Yesterday, it washed away some of your fears

What difference did it make, that sunset, yesterday?
Did not the sun rise again, did not you pray?
Why must we fuss and muss and cry and celebrate?
Why must we wait till New year’s Eve, to banish all hate?