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John Clare - The Old Year
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The Old Year`s gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he`d a neighbour`s face,
In this he`s known by none.

All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they`re here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall -
A guest to every heart`s desire,
And now he`s nought at all.

Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
All things identified;
But times once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year`s Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.
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