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A year is just a day,
And just a year of years
Ago, you went by sail

And horse-drawn carriage,
If that. A couple years
Earlier, cities were

Rare heaps of mud and stone,
Here and there. We were there,
And some years earlier,

But then our memories
Get hazy. Being born
Is a messy affair,

More known about than known,
Mostly a mystery,
Even for history.