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New Year, that same Wish
Another year goes past, they just fly and never seem to last,
The resolutions I dream in my head, all hanging there by a thin cotton thread,
Some I make because it's what others expect, but the real ones nobody can every detect,
The wish that is there constantly, is that you would come back to me, on every new year this is my new,old wish, and one year it might actually come true.
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Mark West
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