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It’s said that memories of yesterday
Are not so black and white – more shades of grey,
But many things that happened long ago,
They brightly sparkle like a picture show:
The school yard fights, the loves – a young girl’s laugh,
As clear today as in a photograph.

The past, not lost, lies deep within the brain;
Of all those days of life – remnants remain.
Yet there are those who question what we saw;
To rewrite to their taste what came before.
Our history, historians revise,
Although they never saw it with their eyes.