The
dust of the past year
The
people will try to get it away
Cleaning
and washing it up
Bright
and shine the gods are coming
The
sins of the past year
It
has to be covered in bright colours
With
it the bright reflection
The
gods may not see
The
rule of thumb
The
house must be clean and tidy
The
minds and souls must rid of impurities
It's
a New Year let the past stay in its place
The
wishes of many
The
homeless can't find anything new
The
poor will find it hard to pass the day
The
sun will shine, the moon will smile
The
stars will get light
Every
eye looking up to the sky
Praying
in many forms
For
the gods are coming
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