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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.
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.
We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
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 good of other times let people state;
I think it lucky I was born so late.
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The good of other times let people state;
I think it lucky I was born so late.
[Lat., Prisca juvent alios; ego me nunc denique natum Gratulor.]
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the read more
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
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.