History
There are many stories not told,
pasts that will unfold.
A loving, a sad, a true story,
of those who fought for thier glory.
Leave a map for tomorrow,
to find the treasure of the past.
Let flowers grow on the dead,
planted by the living.
Dont let their story die with them,
everyone deserves a chance to be remembered.
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