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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.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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.
The past is behind, just learn from it. The future is ahead, must prepare for it. The present is here; read more
The past is behind, just learn from it. The future is ahead, must prepare for it. The present is here; you gotta live it..
You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the read more
You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished- for state. When did history become a bad word?
We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished- for state. When did history become a bad word?