Here I sit, The old year Warped and broken, Surrounded By a fine haze Of tattered Memories, Now useless and Ragged with age. Another year Gone forever! And was I clever? Hardly ever. When do we Ever know That the things We've done Were really worth- While? When Are we sure Our aimless pottering Did some good After all? Never, as far As I can see. But sometimes, You want to know; You've got to know It wasn't An empty fight After all.
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