My past is dead
My memory died
All remembrance has gone
As easily as the Sun shone
Rewrite my past
Make it anew
Recreate events
As I would want
Erase my past
Make it last
Something dark
Something primitive
Back to the Aborigines
My past is a reverie
Merely a memory
A distant image
In a cacophony of sound
Reflected in the present
Repeat the past
Make it last
Re-do all that has been done
Forget the past
It doesn't exist
No matter what they tell you
Start over
Reborn
You will be victorious
It's insignificant
Your past has died
Ancient and lost
To the King of the Underworld
Nothing
Nothing
So rewrite, renew, redress
Recreate yourself
The past you should have lived
Is written in the forgotten books
Of Ancient magic
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