Welcome ye New Year!
Come, ye golden lady of riches,
I name you New Year unique,
Opulent with all riches, magnificent,
You are the ivy, evergreen,
Keeping the right foot on the threshold,
The illumined lamp cupped in your hands,
Come ye! Golden lady of riches,
There, in the vast arena
of jubilant gathering
The bugles shots high,
The proud bursting crackers
Itinerant towards the sky,
Rebel and mock at the silent gloom,
The itching hag of Darkness,
That rivet in the corner, pretending
to be unsullied, shaping itself
into the penurious, depressed,
honk into the devious,
ye the devilish, go to go,
Come ye! Golden lady of riches,
With all resplendence and prosperity.
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