Two thousand nine has shed its days
and bids us all a fond farewell.
Before its mem'ries turn to haze,
I sing this year my kyrielle.
Each disappointment and reward,
each ladder climbed and place I fell,
for shattered dreams and dreams restored,
I sing this year my kyrielle.
For feelings spurned and thanks received,
for days when magic lost its spell
and all those times I still believed,
I sing this year my kyrielle.
Two thousand ten's a mystery,
for clearly we cannot foretell
what soon enough's our history.
I sing this year my kyrielle.
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Author Notes
The kyrielle is a French form originally used by troubadours in the early Renaissance. The form is written in rhyming couplets or rhyming quatrains, usually in iambic tetrameter.
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