History was meant to be repeated
The snow falls on the mountain
Only to slowly melt into the river
That flows back into the ocean
That evaporates back into the clouds
The snow falls again on the mountain of human history
Atomic bombs spewing out of our leaders' mouths are
Melting the snow
Wise are the ones calling for winter
To once again solidify our world
But our leaders will carry us down the river
And back into the ocean
It is the wise who will once again rise into the clouds
And history
Will be repeated
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