A new year starts, the old year parts
An era, fresh. A digit, less
The old sun sets, a new one flies
Through the gunsmoke, up to skies
Blue and ready, the year now new
So am I, and so are you
We yearn to be, as numbers shift
An equal part, slow and swift
Up to date, a higher grade
Future here, fate is made
Secrets sealed, within our shade
As we live, the game is played
Our views new, as the sky
The clouds that drift, pass us by
The sun that rises, that sets again
In the year, of two thousand ten
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