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bliss and pain, the smiles and tears, That

Tran - sient mor - tals! work and pray; Kind - ly, care - ful - ly, car - ry them through. For

come to us in all the years,

You, like me are pass - ing a - way.

much, I ween, they have yet to do.

Good-by, Old Year,. . . I can but say,. ..

Good-by, Old Year, I can but say,

Sad - ly I  see thee pass - ing, pass - ing a - way.