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This year is soon to go away,
To flee after another day,
But its flaws are here to stay,
Even when we are not.
What will emerge may well be worse
Than all the things that we rehearse
And proclaim twenty-twenty's curse,
It must not be forgot.
But we can look for better days
And a year that fear allays
As well as the strange malaise
That many will have caught.
Although it has been quite a year,
In the main, we are still here
And we are like to persevere,
As it well might be thought.