"Where art thou going so fast, old year, Where art thou going so fast? There's a tremulous sigh in the midnight air, There are requiem whispers of wild despair - Chant they a dirge for the past, old year, The shadowy, vanished past?" - Mrs. C. I. BakerThursday, December 31, 2009
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"Where art thou going so fast, old year, Where art thou going so fast? There's a tremulous sigh in the midnight air, There are requiem whispers of wild despair - Chant they a dirge for the past, old year, The shadowy, vanished past?" - Mrs. C. I. Baker