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Days of Auld Lang Syne

You'll live inside my memory book Sometimes I'll go back and look Your image there won't fade away A thousand years sharp as today At one-o-five (105) if I'm still here I'll open up that book so dear And write through hands that then will shake One last poem for old time's sake

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