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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.
The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]
The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]
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.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.
The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with read more
Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
Study the past if you would divine the future.
Study the past if you would divine the future.
