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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.
May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future
May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future
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 next day is never so good as the day before.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
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.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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?
