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Re: Auld Lang Syne
I'll play. This is as near as I can manage to seasonal mirth at short notice...
When auld acquaintance take their leave
And wander out of sight
I raise a glass to Providence
For showing me the light
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
I'll shake my fist at folk like them
For auld lang syne.
Those auld acquaintance all presume
To tell me what to think
They'd drive me, saint or sinner, to
My grave or else to drink
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
Get rid of those that want your life
For auld lang syne.
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