I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....

Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

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.

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.

Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live read more

Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.

O, to bring back the great Homeric time,
The simple manners and the deed sublime:
When the read more

O, to bring back the great Homeric time,
The simple manners and the deed sublime:
When the wise Wanderer, often foiled by Fate,
Through the long furrow drave the ploughshare straight.

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?