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Flipping through the pages
Of yesteryears
There is a special silence
Which permeates

History is someone’s story
The past
Construed in the future
Narrated to the young

Lost in the haze of yesteryears
Flipping through the pages of yesterdays
A soft hum of the past
Into silence permeates
Dreamy clouds spread out wide
Whispers of white
Rumours had no place  
Not a lie
On a crisp blue sky
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