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History Dies
Every moment of everyday history dies before our eyes today Harry Patch was laid to rest but first the Great World War he did fight in the trenches side-by-side he fought for peace around the world with comrades from home and from afar just babes were they and battling babes never speaking till old and gray some taking secrets to the grave the stories to tell will ne’er be heard as history dies before our eyes one more left from the Great World War Cpl Buckles in the U.S. does abide will his story err be heard? coax him to tell, someone must for when he dies none will be left what happened long ago on ground far away someone must record before the mind grows dark if only to have a set of eyes ~ a pair of ears to record treacherous, horrific moments from our past posterity to teach and to school we cannot know from way back then except the mouth reports tell the stories while still alive lest history dies before our eyes August 6, 2009
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