In the now
past we draw
show us all
how Is that
not how our
future is made?
From such past
if you think
redo mistakes
unmade
Personal history not
kept in such place
where none may
so learn
From the sun
it's light won't
be burned to
share what you
know freely given
the price
you do know
dearly costly
Upon your very
own soul to the
small one
That price they won't
have to know
it is so
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