History isn't even a thing
If you don't remember
What someone else is yelling
It's just like a dream
Of Goya's scream
Or perhaps it's a beautiful thing
You can paint it as you wish
For it's just a dish
Set for the eating
You sit down to dine
With lamb and fine wine
But you find yourself repeating
History isn't really a thing
It's just a memory painting
All there is is now
So let's start living
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