In my days of innoscence and ignorance
So right in what I knew and said
And ready to argue ancient history
But memory is no longer what it was
Now that I know the studies
Of even my great memory's limitation
As passions make me believe whatever
Great passions would believe
History is always interpreted and selected
Too often for the juries of childhood
More so when I am a majority
As even stupid people in large groups
Become more certain by association
No, I am more self assured today
In what I can not know
Given the terms of reference.
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