Could not this new year foretell
The words we had used
To ask and dispel
The luck we'd not gotten
Or gotten for fair
But without the perfection
Of view in our minds
The clinking of glasses
Rung in at this time
A cleansing rain
From the window did wake
And a heart that literally hurt
Strained under the effects of too much want
And too little love
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