In every museum lied
A truth waiting to be
Discovered for it
A truth about you. Don't
Pass a chance to go
In and look at what awaits
You there for it came from
The past which you are walking
Away from. It wants you to
Discover and add it to your
Basket of truth. It speaks if
Times far in the past they
Are receding from it and it is
Getting smaller
As if to fade
Into living memory. This memory
Precious wants to jump
Out and be counted for it
Tells how your
Own people conquered the world.
As
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