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Who ever saw a new year, a new morning, all on its own?
Why! You yourself are polluting
each day, that source of mystery,
and just turning it into coal-black waste:
who ever saw a tattered day, a worn-out hour?
If you are not made new
you cannot welcome the new morning as new,
you can never welcome the new day as new;
if your heart's simplicity is once able to bloom,
then you can live the new year as new.