Many seen,
Some still remains,
Most we left behind.
The road was meant for all,
Some did arrived,
Others stop along the way.
Many we seen lost and gone,
Some we witnessed be born;
Some laughed, others cried.
The rivers of life was made to carry us all,
Some boat did sink, others broken;
Some was filled with joy, others emptied with nothing but sadness.
The wind was meant to be for us all,
Some did enjoy, others couldn't;
So they laid, as the pages of the year got burnt.
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