Same Old Places
Same old places
Same old faces
Yet darker than before
Same flickering lights
Same pointless fights
But now my heart is sore
Same Old Places
Same old places
Same old faces
Yet darker than before
Same flickering lights
Same pointless fights
But now my heart is sore
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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