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Jul 22
The evening dust is flying, flying to die
The day is on the cusp of its breath in the sky
The year is sinking in shadows tonight
It will never riseΩ« it's dying tonight
The bubbles of dreams and hope are no more
The waves have washed them from the shore
We are left with the only abiding images
To look at them in their hollow cages
I see I see the glow in the steamy sky
The light of the new day passes by
It's the light of the New Year that gleams
It has arrived they are its beams
Let us dream let us smile O my dear
The buds of hope will blow let us cheer
The sea of joys will flow everyone will drink
The ship will sail smoothly it won't sink
Mohd Arshad
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