Year2020
When I thought of the year
Take thy season from out my heart
It threw its ghost against the grades
They are perfumed from unseen brigades
And its eyes have all the lining
Long I stood there circling, confining
With such a passion for aligning
All my soul within me designing
Eagerly I looked for the decade
I threw my day upon the floor
The end is soon approaching
Time to open the next door
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