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As twilight falls on twenty-twenty-three,

A new dawn breaks, a fresh spree,

The year two-thousand-twenty-four unfolds,

A canvas waiting, stories untold.

The clock strikes twelve, a midnight bell,

A time for dreams, for hopes to swell,

The world awakens, fresh and bright,

A clean slate waits, a new light.

The past year's lessons, we hold tight,

The memories, the laughter, the fight,

We've grown, we've learned, we've made our way,

Through trials and tribulations, night and day.

The future beckons, uncertain and grand,

A mystery waiting, to be planned,

We stand on the brink, of this new year,

With hearts full of hope, and spirits clear.

So let us step forward, with faith and cheer,

Into the unknown, without a fear,

For in the darkness, lies a spark of light,

Guiding us forward, through the dark of night.

Two-thousand-twenty-four, a year anew,

A chance to start again, to make it true,

To chase our dreams, to make them real,

To find our purpose, to seal our deal.

So here's to the future, and all its might,

May twenty-twenty-four, be our guiding light,

May our hearts be filled, with love and peace,

And may our spirits, forever release.