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Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.
Those who misremember the past are pleased to repreat it as "proof.".
Those who misremember the past are pleased to repreat it as "proof.".
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.
We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.
The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.
The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
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.
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.