A history that is deep and vast;
into memories' clutch, those days were cast
when all went bitter and resentment grew fast,
but know, in truth, not all will last,
and what's happened has happened; the past is the past.
Friendship, slain, and now reborn
with gradual fading of mutual scorn;
the fabric of hatred now tattered and torn
while resentment lays abandoned. Forlorn.
The times have marked a brand new morn.
The flag of friendship no longer half mast;
history stays put. The past is the past.