How this road runs
To life, her flow
As Auld lang Syne
Invocation to Piano mine,
How this morn showers
Festive gold on leaves, streets, flowers,
As an alien tune bathes
This morn with an ushering stage,
How the city readies
The dwellers steady
To more walks, rides, runs,
Chasing times as slipping turns,
And that Auld Lang Syne,
Fills me more of pines
To get all over me
The birth of an ecstasy,
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