The year ending,
Coming to a close,
The calendar to be wound up,
With the new in the offing
Whose onset to start from
The 12 of midnight digitally
With the impressions figuring
And deleting
And it turning 12.01 a.m.
To turn into a celebration,
A revelry
With the D.Js.
Come, come, let us dance,
Come, come,
Let us,
Let us dance,
Come and dance, dance you
With me,
My friends, ladies and gentlemen.
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