I know tomorrow will
Not be a doomsday and
My journey will not be a lonely one
We shall all trudge to this river
Frail as we look and frightened as we are
Till we touch its wintry waters
Do ablutions and cleanse our souls
Take a transfusion of its chill waters
And wake up from our trance
Into the new year tomorrow.
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