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Next year I'll speak softly, No screams and no shouts And I'll thank my mother When she serves Brussels Sprouts. I'll come when I'm called And shut off the TV. I won't tell my brother How dumb he might be. I'm happy for New Year's 'Cause it always brings A chance for a gal to Make up these fine things. And this time next year, I'll think how I've been And then I'll start writing This list down again.
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