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Happy New Year say we all
Winter though has just begun
And the dreary end of fall
Still weighs down on everyone.
Snow still lies upon the ground
Or, newfallen, clogs the way
Everywhere with cold is bound
Even through the cool midday.
What if in July instead
We began a sunny year
Not when all is dull and dead
But when we are full of cheer?
Ah, but then the days shrink fast
Now they just begin to last.