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Like a Phoenix
Arisen out of ashes
So is November
Like the bloom
Of daffodils
The end of the year
Is here again
Ask then thyself
Hope I spent not this year in vain?
Forget thy previous pains
For God has prepared for you
Numerous gains
And thy blessings shall pour forth
Like the gushing of the spring
And you shall be thirsty no More
