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I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
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 Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past.
The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
