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Well, here's to the New Year.

We were too drunk to see it come,

And when we woke with the light,

You were already gone.

We don't remember anything.

It was a bad day, thick with ghosts.

Would you have died anyway,

If I held you in my arms?

Here's to the New Year.

You were the last.

We called for you until our voices died.

There is a white door, flying open.

There's only morning where you're gone.

You are reaching upwards, always,

Fading into the cold light.

I dream a thousand dreams

Where you never, ever died.

This song is dedicated to Michael Crosby and the thirty-first of December, 1999.