With the magic of a midnight kiss, a new year is born,

  as the clock strikes twelve with a symphony of hope.

  Each new year is a blank canvas, untouched by scorn,

  a promise whispered in the dark without a mope.

  And the stars above are like dreams unspoken,

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  as our calendars turns its page with silent grace.

  Illuminating a path toward the year unbroken,

  as we're given a chance to learn and embrace.

  With each sunrise we have a chance to begin,

  and unload last year's burdens, let them fade.

  When we let the past go, we let new chapters in,

  inspiring a whole dawn of possibility, a serenade.

  Our resolutions all bloom like flowers in spring,

  as they promise change, and grow to spread wings.