The old year has a song bird in his chest.
Among his moon-white bones it makes its nest.
Its song consoles and reassures him when
a head full of bad dreams disturbs his rest.
The old year comes and knocks upon your door.
He can't confine the song bird anymore.
The open door allows the bird's release.
It flies in where the old year cannot go.
Your threshold's where the old year has to stay
and as the new year starts he goes his way.
The new year gives the song bird a new home.
A new song greets the dawn of its first day.
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