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And so, we've reached another year.
Despite desires, we're still here
And look ahead with little cheer
And little hope that we'll get clear
Who paid attention, recall last year.
We'll fight again, anew, oh, yes,
Slog on through the rising cess
That some would drink and think them blessed,
And even if we fail that test,
We'll not give up; we'll fight, oh, yes.