Sparks on the Year’s First Night
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Sparks on the Year’s First Night
Verse 1
In Amsterdam by Vondelpark, a bell tower gave a cry, Vondelkerk in embered lace, its spire fell from the sky. Cuypers’ stones and timber bones, the nave and roof gave way, No lives lost, the neighbors fled, a yoga room for stay. The mayor called it sorrow’s mark, a monument undone, Some whispered sparks from midnight fire lit the grieving sun.
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Verse 2
Under a sleeping subway hall, a hand met oath and air, Zohran Mamdani took the keys, the city’s youngest heir. First of a faith long citywide, from distant continent’s shore, He swore on family pages and Schomburg’s ancient lore. At City Hall the voices rose—Bernie, Alexandria’s cheer, He vowed bold care and buses free, to cool the rent this year. After his predecessor’s indictment shadowed the room, He swept the old orders aside to make a little more room.
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Chorus
On the year’s first night, our sparks reveal the seams: We grieve what’s gone, we swear new vows, we chase unfinished dreams. Coins may change, tides may turn, and distant beacons glow— Hold on, hold out, keep singing as the wild winds blow.
Verse 3
In Tehran’s maze of market stalls, a hunger found its voice, It carried out to Isfahan, to mountain, plain, and choice. They cried against the iron rule, and costs that crush the day, In Lordegan, halls of power were torn along the way. The president said “speak your piece,” no paper pass in hand, Yet harder men took higher posts, a darker counterplan. Since a young woman’s stolen breath, the streets have learned to rise, Now candles face the shields again beneath unquiet skies.
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Verse 4
Along the Black Sea’s western bend, a pocket changed its tune, The lev lay down, the euro rose beneath a winter moon. The bankers lit their glass and steel to welcome one more star, But kitchens talk of rising bills and whether hopes are far. The president called “final step,” then wished a people’s say, For now two tags share every shelf, two coins can pay the day.
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Chorus
On the year’s first night, our sparks reveal the seams: We grieve what’s gone, we swear new vows, we chase unfinished dreams. Coins may change, tides may turn, and distant beacons glow— Hold on, hold out, keep singing as the wild winds blow.
Verse 5
Far off Fremantle’s working port, a vessel split the foam, With quiet fleets of robot fins to comb the ocean’s loam. Ocean Infinity bets its pay on what the trenches keep— No find, no fee, just faith and math, and maps of midnight deep. So many years of empty scans, of tide-worn wing-bone shreds, Still loved ones watch the waveforms bloom like prayers above their beds.
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Verse 6
From Pacific isles to Times Square lights, the turning circled round, The planet sang in sparks and cheers across each river town. Sydney’s bridge held up a flame, a menorah on the stone, After a wound at Bondi’s sands, the city stood as one. A candle climbed the monument in Washington’s clear night, A milestone for old histories stitched in fragile light. And over Syria’s battered lanes, a different silence grew— A new year with a shadow gone, a sky that felt more blue.
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Final Chorus and Outro
On the year’s first night, our sparks reveal the seams: We grieve what’s gone, we swear new vows, we chase unfinished dreams. Set the coins to ring, let the searchlights sweep the foam, Raise your signs, your psalms, your hands—this turning is our home. Light it up, hold the line, send the robots to the deep, Let the fallen towers teach us what the living mean to keep. From bazaars to boroughs to bridges catching fire, May the chorus drown the sirens, lift the broken into choir— On the year’s first night, we make the darkness bright, And run, and rise, and roar into the light.
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