The page is blank, a brand new day,
Old worries start to fade away.
No need to count what went before,
Or open up a creaky door.
The past is gone, a story told,
Not something new to make us hold.
No sharp words born from yesterday,
To chase the present joy astray.
Forgiveness means to let it lie,
Beneath a clear and open sky.
A fresh start, clean and bright and true,
Leaving the old behind for you.
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