Coming to an end
Another year nearly past
Seems like it just started
It's all gone so fast
From January to December
The first month to the last
Dreams have been dreamt
And memories amassed
In two thousand and twelve
I cried so many tears
But come January the first
A new year will be here
My eyes will stay dry
I'll lose all my fear
Two thousand and thirteen
Is gonna be my year
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