As the dead year is clasped by a dead December,So let your dead sins with your dead days lie.A new life is yours and a new hope. RememberWe build our own ladders to climb to the sky.
Stand out in the sunlight of promise, forgettingWhatever the past held of sorrow and wrong.We waste half our strength […]

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by Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou’d the gowans fine;
we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne
We […]

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