The
mirror of old
It
isn't a magic
You
don't see a new
The
years have passed
The
stories of history
Once
it was about tales
The
bravery of men
In
pursuit of dreams
Some
died trying
Others
disappeared
Leaving
no trace
Only
the stories
The
aged old institution
It
will be gone in time
It
serves no purpose
In
the age of the borderless world
The
aged of old
The
stories of aggressions
The
conquering of land and seas
Now
it is people who would make the difference
The
whirring of change
It
will come in our times
We
have to put a stop to the clowns
We
can't be the punching bags all the times
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