In a play, someone living is pretending to be someone dead
Someone dead comes alive in another name
That’s one way to look at history
Or to make it
Track changes, all marked up
Change without a trace
That’s another way to look at history
Or to correct it
Things are born in the wrong
They wait to be put right
The waiting is called history
The waiting is long
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