There will be no one to mourn
Our absence
But the emptiness of time
Reflections form a perfect circle
Bringing the past into the present
And the present into the past
I create a history I prefer
Reforming memories I prefer
To remember
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer
But I can look back
At a time without industry
Without machines
Without, even, the wheel
Now, joy and smiles
Such beautiful smiles
Even for the Americans
Once enemies, welcomed now as friends
Is the part of us
Which believes history
Is about the past
With their first step
Began their song
Which made the land
I stand upon
This castle’s lords
Then I rethink
Erected stone
To stay the will of men
From the humblest beginnings
A miracle still
Such simple creatures
Would become the miracle, me
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