Every one for his own.
The night is starry and cold, my friend,
And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend
Comes up to take his own.
The night is starry and cold, my friend,
And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend
Comes up to take his own.
From The Death Of The Old Year by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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