No point looking at the past with regret
We all get rained on, we all get wet
No point looking at the past with distaste
We are human and we all create waste
No point looking at the past with sadness
The point of us all is creating this madness
No point looking at the past with rage
History will always stay fresh on a page
No point looking at the past with malice
We drank champagne from a golden Chalice
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