It is almost the year two thousand

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To start the world of old
We had one age of gold
Not labored out of mines
And some say there are signs
The second such has come
The true Millennium
The final golden glow
To end it and if so
(and science ought to know)
We well may raise our heads
From weeding garden beds
And annotating books
To watch this end deluxe.

- Robert Frost