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The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]
The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.
Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.
The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
Therefore Agathon rightly says: "Of this alone even God is
deprived, the power of making things that are past read more
Therefore Agathon rightly says: "Of this alone even God is
deprived, the power of making things that are past never to have
been."
