History will be the only one
To tell the truth
If it is repeated
The truth will be lost
And we are doomed
To the lies
It was a late springtime day, and the bluebirds all were singing,
Outside the classroom window, while the bells all were ringing.
I had a lucky window seat, which afforded quite amazing views,
Of lovely natural colorings, the greens pinks oranges and blues.
I had a curious eager mind, and an endless thirst for knowledge,
Like the sudden thirst for moonlight, when the skies turn orange!
Yet when the professor began to talk, my attention it wandered,
......
History will be the only one
To tell the truth
If it is repeated
The truth will be lost
And we are doomed
To the lies
It was a late springtime day, and the bluebirds all were singing,
Outside the classroom window, while the bells all were ringing.
I had a lucky window seat, which afforded quite amazing views,
Of lovely natural colorings, the greens pinks oranges and blues.
I had a curious eager mind, and an endless thirst for knowledge,
Like the sudden thirst for moonlight, when the skies turn orange!
Yet when the professor began to talk, my attention it wandered,
......