now xmas is almost past. though we didn't have to do it, we still have to pass through it, and now then we can sing for auld lang syne to the dog of memory and sing the refrains we can't forget, for days of auld lang syne.

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 days of auld lang syne

it's about memory, even forgotten or unspecified, it still makes you want to cry.

i forgot to publish this yesterday. now it is past, but we're still in it, in a way.